So, she thought silently as his dark, grave expression seemed to shift beyond his control between ravaging moods, who am I dealing with now? Africa cocked her head discretely, peering thoughtfully despite the lack of understanding which was blooming so innocently behind those pale, hazel eyes. Shajake nodded in soundless response, apparently and despite the sudden, short-lived manifestation of his throaty, unpractised voice. When he sighed, she wondered what manner of memories motivated such a wistful, reluctant motion. Without judgement, and tempted curiously to persist by the brief display of his evading emotion, the young Pegasus rocked back upon her haunches to wait for the fog in his mind to settle- patiently.

He looked to her at last when rumbling thunder dulled its grim chorus above their heads, and she smiled encouragingly, subconsciously trying the crack through that stubborn, menacing shell he concealed himself so snugly beneath. It was true that she held little concept for the wrath he could so easily instil upon her foolishly unrelenting existence. She was entirely oblivious as she perhaps obnoxiously disregarded all the tell tale signs of looming aggression, those which he offered generously- time and time again. Africa was keen to carve his shady being into the shape of a friend, and blindly she pursued him, poking at the coiling snake, antagonising him with her stupidity.

She was plainly aware by now of the teetering nature of his personality- she had seen three perhaps now (not that she was really counting), and though his strangeness did trouble her from a playful, childlike perspective, ignorantly the warning was ignored. She watched in humble silence as frequent smirks graced his lips, and she was disappointed when he did not share the object of his entertainment. Never the less, Africa let her own lips dance in accordance to his, enjoying what she imagined carelessly was some perverted form ordinary mirth.

Then, his uncomforting green eyes darted to lock with her blissfully uninformed gaze, and she grinned at length, shifting awkwardly on the spot because his sudden focus took her quite by surprise. “What is it?” She asked quietly, turning her face to watch with only one eye in case that might make him seem less intense.


Ooc: I would say he could rough her up, but it couldn’t be anything drastic to ruin her future (current now) captivity in the Basin. If you were so inclined, he is more than welcome to scare her or something hahaha. They can always meet again when she is freed, to continue their ... ‘bonding’ hahaha. Or I’m happy to stay in this thread with them, of course.