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I AM IRON AND I FORGE MYSELF
The stoic soldier is, understandably, taken a bit aback by the stallion’s enthusiastic reply. So much so that she remains frozen in place for a couple of seconds longer than normal, before her wits return to her. This guy is even more exuberant than Tia - and that’s saying a lot. But she can see the happy innocence in him, and part of her finds it odd that he’s chosen to take up residence here, when everyone seems to be either brooding or cranky or otherwise have some sort of murky intentions. When the horned woman comes to, it is with a surprised chuckle, as if she’s seen something borderline miraculous.
Without saying anything more, she looks to Erebos for unofficial guidance in this situation - as both the happy-go-lucky stallion, and the older goat-looking guy who quickly follows her arrival, are strangers. Alby. Albrecht. That name is stored away for later, and she is mercifully spared small talk as Johnny produces something that smells delectable out of thin air. Her sense of smell goes to work, trying to decide what she is supposed to do and think. Are magically created things ok to eat? Does she really want to be a test subject?
As her lizard-like eyes glance back to the sweet white stallion, she finds that she has already made up her mind to indulge him. Erebos asks permission, but the mottled mare does no such thing. Biting the bullet, Wessex takes a brave half-step forward and lips at once of the candies on the edge of the bunch, pulling her head back with the prize in between her teeth. She tentatively presses down and feels a very satisfying crunch as the candy is pulverized in her mouth, releasing what is indeed, a sickly-sweet taste of raspberries. She swallows and nods a little again. “They’re good! Really, really sweet. Like raspberries on overdrive.”
W E S S E X
@Johnny @Albrecht @Erebos
-- magic and force allowed, no death or permanent damage --
