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03-04-2013, 08:33 PM
As Apollo told his story, Farynn got quite scared of the blue waters where she would go after this. She did not want a monster to emerge out of the crystal waves and try to kill her, or any others. It sounded like a nightmare. Long tentacles that would try to grasp others with such vengeance. The fear was shown in her soft brown eyes. She could feel the shivers climbing up her spine with the mere thought of the beast. Yet, she was now tempted to go there. She wanted to see this creature with her own eyes. Of course, she would not want to be harmed by it, but she just wanted to see it. To see the monster. It truly would be frightening, but dazzling in a weird way.
Farynn’s eyes could show the sorrow for Apollo. Her eyes caught a glance of the group, avoiding any eye contact with the two unicorns. Looking back up, she looked at Crash as he started to talk. When he ended, she replied, “I am also very sorry. I hoped that you, and you friend, were ok.” Giving a half smile to try to show a bit of pleasance, she wanted to brighten up the mood a little. The mare hated to talk about bad thing like that. Why must good things happen to good people? Apollo seemed very nice, and she was sure that his friend was also kind.
Her end of her soft snow colored wings were tinged with brown from the dirt that managed to stick on. The sun casted beautiful rays that danced around the three horses. Her gray hooves shone in the light and she looked at the both and waited for one of them to speak.
Farynn’s eyes could show the sorrow for Apollo. Her eyes caught a glance of the group, avoiding any eye contact with the two unicorns. Looking back up, she looked at Crash as he started to talk. When he ended, she replied, “I am also very sorry. I hoped that you, and you friend, were ok.” Giving a half smile to try to show a bit of pleasance, she wanted to brighten up the mood a little. The mare hated to talk about bad thing like that. Why must good things happen to good people? Apollo seemed very nice, and she was sure that his friend was also kind.
Her end of her soft snow colored wings were tinged with brown from the dirt that managed to stick on. The sun casted beautiful rays that danced around the three horses. Her gray hooves shone in the light and she looked at the both and waited for one of them to speak.
