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06-29-2012, 07:58 PM
 Gentle blue eyes drift to the angry doctor, looking at him with a growing resolve. Cold steel shimmers beneath the surface of eyes that were before wrought with worry. Careful where you step - Onni may be kind to those she meets, but she is far from a push over. "You could try, sir, but I doubt you would find me an easy target." The pale face staring back at the unicorn now is one of quite determination. Her words are softly spoken, but they hold a force - a gale of wind. Onni turns to view the younger mare again, eyes softened as she listens to her words. A small smirk forms up on her lips. At least the poor girl has humor still, defeated as she looks. At least her fiery wings have seemed to regain life at the appearance of the pegasus, but Onni still worries for her health. What would become of the child who looks so weary? Would she make it through the lands of Helovia? The other unicorn, who had been mostly silent, has eyes upon the pair - Onni and Tares. The pegasus mare is quite aware of their weight upon her build, though she cares little. The pair are nothing but gutless thugs she decides quickly. To beat a warrior with true heart would be more than either could accomplish. When the mare's interest is returned back to the fiery mare, however, Onni takes a step closer to the dark girl, hoping to shield her from whatever malice these characters are bringing with them. Onni looks toward Tares's face as the unicorn asks her question, and then the painted lady notices the yellow eyes staring out from her new friend's face. Familiar, electric, lively eyes. Voltaic's eyes. The weight upon her neck, emanating from the basket, feels as though it increases upon recognition. Who was this child to Voltaic? A daughter? "You are Voltaic's daughter?" her question is almost like a statement, though it rises enough at the end to give life to her uncertainty. One thing was for sure, if this mare was the daughter of Voltaic, Onni would extend to her all of the aid she could muster. |
