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05-21-2013, 07:16 PM
Gradually, movement eased the temper from Valka’s form. She recalled her reason for being on the Steppe in the first place, and her long stride reached out to devour the distance again. Every now and then she peered at the feathered creature beside her, pale grey eye reflecting a similarly colorless sky. They were, it seemed, the only beasts alive on the bleak emptiness of the Steppe. Only the wind accompanied them, curling through Valka’s long black mane and whistling around the jagged rise of her horn.
She only enjoyed the silence for a moment or two before the stallion spoke again. Though one of Valka’s ears already rested in his direction, she turned to gaze at him more fully for a moment or two, never once breaking stride. He wanted her name? She hesitated from answering for a moment; was this some overture at friendliness? Or was he scheming? Or planning to use it against her somehow, later? Valka eyed him for a long moment, disdain evident in the haughty carriage of her head, anxiety coursing through her veins. She was intent on proving she was not too young for this.
With a little shake of her head, Valka finally responded. ”My name is Valka.” Simple enough. She eyed the stallion for a moment, torn between asking him to reciprocate or rubbing in her dislike by completely ignoring that he might have a name. Deciding on the latter, she allowed the crunch of her hooves to punctuate the silence, kicking her toes every now and then to drive out balls of ice that crowded against her heels. If he wanted a conversation, she decided, he would have to work for it.
She only enjoyed the silence for a moment or two before the stallion spoke again. Though one of Valka’s ears already rested in his direction, she turned to gaze at him more fully for a moment or two, never once breaking stride. He wanted her name? She hesitated from answering for a moment; was this some overture at friendliness? Or was he scheming? Or planning to use it against her somehow, later? Valka eyed him for a long moment, disdain evident in the haughty carriage of her head, anxiety coursing through her veins. She was intent on proving she was not too young for this.
With a little shake of her head, Valka finally responded. ”My name is Valka.” Simple enough. She eyed the stallion for a moment, torn between asking him to reciprocate or rubbing in her dislike by completely ignoring that he might have a name. Deciding on the latter, she allowed the crunch of her hooves to punctuate the silence, kicking her toes every now and then to drive out balls of ice that crowded against her heels. If he wanted a conversation, she decided, he would have to work for it.
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((Sorry there's not much to go on here :\ She plans to take him to the Basin and do... something nefarious, she is not the best planner. Can segue over there if/when you want.))
