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05-01-2013, 02:45 PM
He took her apprehension in stride, which was noble of him. Hiedrun thought of all the women he must have spoken to in his time here; of all the strangers who may have had a similar response to his alien growths. She felt pathetic in that moment. Depressed, fleetingly. Had her words impacted him, or were they more like the chattering of children? Things that he adapted to hearing over time from ignorant bullies - although she did not see herself as a bully. The fear she exuded was probably an insult in it's own right, and for that she was sorry. But she couldn't say it. As she shifted her massive weight from one leg to another, Hiedrun compulsively lifted one foot and struck the ground with it; forcing her self-directed anger in to the earth where it could rest.
Thor sounded chipper enough. His laugh could have been forced or practiced, but she was not trained in the identification of such a sound. It had been years since she had spent any time with another equine - winged or otherwise - that her behavior was somewhat contrived. She was going through the motions as much as he was. And yet, despite her awkward staring and rude conjecture, the ticking of her mind and the dispersal of dead memories, he seemed at ease with her. Perhaps he held an understanding for the poor woman, as he had probably been privy to many out-of-place equines. His offer blossomed upon his breath, offered without any hesitation - with mirth, she assumed by the look in his eyes. They were locked upon her own, and Hiedrun felt a thrill run down her spine. She had a home, then? And all she'd have to do was accept. Accept and deal with the strangeness of these beasts.
"I am thankful." She said by way of acceptance, with a small bob of her head; it then perched upon her neck and shoulders in a far more relaxed position. "If you would lead the way, of course." A subtle smile drifted across her face at this comment, as her dark figure began to advance towards him. She took only a meager number of steps before pausing to look at him, her head lowering in a show of fearless submission to her new king; she had never had a king before, and wasn't sure how she was going to manage with someone holding power over her, but Hiedrun would learn soon enough. She had subverted her own mother's authority on may occasions in her youth, and even as she reached the prime of her adulthood; perhaps old habits would die hard.
Thor sounded chipper enough. His laugh could have been forced or practiced, but she was not trained in the identification of such a sound. It had been years since she had spent any time with another equine - winged or otherwise - that her behavior was somewhat contrived. She was going through the motions as much as he was. And yet, despite her awkward staring and rude conjecture, the ticking of her mind and the dispersal of dead memories, he seemed at ease with her. Perhaps he held an understanding for the poor woman, as he had probably been privy to many out-of-place equines. His offer blossomed upon his breath, offered without any hesitation - with mirth, she assumed by the look in his eyes. They were locked upon her own, and Hiedrun felt a thrill run down her spine. She had a home, then? And all she'd have to do was accept. Accept and deal with the strangeness of these beasts.
"I am thankful." She said by way of acceptance, with a small bob of her head; it then perched upon her neck and shoulders in a far more relaxed position. "If you would lead the way, of course." A subtle smile drifted across her face at this comment, as her dark figure began to advance towards him. She took only a meager number of steps before pausing to look at him, her head lowering in a show of fearless submission to her new king; she had never had a king before, and wasn't sure how she was going to manage with someone holding power over her, but Hiedrun would learn soon enough. She had subverted her own mother's authority on may occasions in her youth, and even as she reached the prime of her adulthood; perhaps old habits would die hard.
