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04-14-2013, 01:43 AM
 Her smile makes you wonder where she's been Long stretch of silence reigned over the mists. Lakota cared not for how it obscured her vision, but had no true ill will towards the place. Many believed it haunted, a place to come only to die or to kill. These tales had never discouraged her even as a filly, and they would not when she was a grown adult. Places such as this held the true wonders of the world, and were often misunderstood as easily as people themselves. In fact there was something eery, almost magical about how their voices sounded to each other through the fog. It echoed, and yet sounded as if he was speaking from directly beside her. Shiver ran down her spine when he spoke once again, but it was not because of any passionate desire for his loins. Lakota made a face at that, ever hating those raunchy mares that swung their hind ends at any breathing piece of meat in the land. Both seemed to be turning towards the words they heard, and Lakota angled herself where his voice had been loudest. Leliel? Well wasn't that a tongue twister. She'd rather call him as she did most others, brat or bastard. Maybe something a bit more creative just for him. What comes next is a request- it had better be a request or she'll kick his ass for demanding something from her- for her to keep talking in order to help him locate her. Or perhaps the other way around. Clearly that appeared to be too chivalrous for he hurried to complain about their surroundings, not that Lakota could pin that against him. "Shame, I'm not much of a talkative person. Either way I'm not fond of this fog myself, it's a bit of a pain in the ass." Was that enough talking for him? Lakota despised talking needlessly. If she had something to say, she said it. She wasn't one to gossip, or chat, or spew words from her maw like vomit where it wasn't needed. Already his form was slowly becoming a shadow in the mists and she headed towards it, not one to desire companionship that much but knowing two could make it out better than one. Was she lost? She didn't know and didn't care, knowing she would always find her way in the end.  |
