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07-07-2017, 12:42 PM
Själ
Ansgar was just telling the princess of her meager hunt when a rattle of gravel and a soft thwump interrupted their silent conversation. The pair looked at one another with raised brows, contemplating whether or not they cared enough to investigate. After a momentary pause, the mare shrugged. Let's see what Kaos has wrought.
A furry lump had (presumably) fallen to the floor of the caves. It was a rather large lump, but something about it made it seem fragile, broken, even. Perhaps it was that the lump, whoever it was, had simply decided to lay there and enjoy the cool floor of the cavern, rather than get up and move on. If it had been her, she might have leaped up, scanning the room to see if anyone else was around, her cheeks burning with embarrassment - but this creature seemed perfectly content to stay put.
Cocking her head to the side, Själ moved closer. She could see now that the lump was pale, speckled all over with black spots - almost the reverse of her own coloring, in fact. It was also bony, sickly looking - not at all healthy. She immediately assumed that it was old and rolled her eyes. She got along with neither children nor elderly folk, never knowing how to approach them. In fact, she would almost prefer an obnoxious foal to whatever grumpy old hermit had plopped into her lap.
In any case, some semblance of morality urged her forward further still, until she stood beside the unicorn stallion. She frowned down at him. "If you've managed to injure yourself getting down here, you're being awfully quiet about it," she informed him gruffly. "And if you've come down here to die, would you mind at least moving further back into the caves? It'd be a bit of a challenge to get out, what with your body laying here and all."
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
A furry lump had (presumably) fallen to the floor of the caves. It was a rather large lump, but something about it made it seem fragile, broken, even. Perhaps it was that the lump, whoever it was, had simply decided to lay there and enjoy the cool floor of the cavern, rather than get up and move on. If it had been her, she might have leaped up, scanning the room to see if anyone else was around, her cheeks burning with embarrassment - but this creature seemed perfectly content to stay put.
Cocking her head to the side, Själ moved closer. She could see now that the lump was pale, speckled all over with black spots - almost the reverse of her own coloring, in fact. It was also bony, sickly looking - not at all healthy. She immediately assumed that it was old and rolled her eyes. She got along with neither children nor elderly folk, never knowing how to approach them. In fact, she would almost prefer an obnoxious foal to whatever grumpy old hermit had plopped into her lap.
In any case, some semblance of morality urged her forward further still, until she stood beside the unicorn stallion. She frowned down at him. "If you've managed to injure yourself getting down here, you're being awfully quiet about it," she informed him gruffly. "And if you've come down here to die, would you mind at least moving further back into the caves? It'd be a bit of a challenge to get out, what with your body laying here and all."
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
@Mauja - wow, she got a little rude there. xD
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