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02-17-2017, 11:26 AM
An older mare passes in front of her, and quietly curious eyes follow the woman as she makes a point to avoid the festivities. Yael almost thinks that the stranger is bent on avoiding her as well, until there seems to be a change of heart, and a backtracking. If it weren’t for the slightest bit of a buzz she’s got going on, the gilded mare might have wished for the unicorn to keep on walking, but alcohol makes her congenial and welcoming of female companionship. Taking a small step to the side, Yael welcomes the gray mare in with a brief sweep of her wings and inviting nod.
The flickering light is most certainly more flattering on the fringes, dancing merrily across their coats. It masks the imperfections. Hides age and emotions one would rather keep hidden. Ah, but here Yael has nothing to hide. If there is a sort of sadness in her eyes, it can be easily dismissed. “Leeve long enough, and you learn ze tricks of light, yes?” she asks, as if the two of them share some sort of ‘wise woman’s’ secret. Looks can be deceiving, and she knows she speaks as if she were twice her apparent age, but maybe that's part of the fun of meeting a stranger by a fire. Mystery. Intrigue, even if it's the romantic type. “I’m Yael,” she offers, with a brief glance towards the other. A log in the fire is immolated, crashing down with a spray of sparks towards the already star-light sky.
The apples lay forgotten at her hooves, though they seem to be hard at work amongst the flirting mass of Xelovians before them.
The flickering light is most certainly more flattering on the fringes, dancing merrily across their coats. It masks the imperfections. Hides age and emotions one would rather keep hidden. Ah, but here Yael has nothing to hide. If there is a sort of sadness in her eyes, it can be easily dismissed. “Leeve long enough, and you learn ze tricks of light, yes?” she asks, as if the two of them share some sort of ‘wise woman’s’ secret. Looks can be deceiving, and she knows she speaks as if she were twice her apparent age, but maybe that's part of the fun of meeting a stranger by a fire. Mystery. Intrigue, even if it's the romantic type. “I’m Yael,” she offers, with a brief glance towards the other. A log in the fire is immolated, crashing down with a spray of sparks towards the already star-light sky.
The apples lay forgotten at her hooves, though they seem to be hard at work amongst the flirting mass of Xelovians before them.
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@Sheba
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