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06-16-2013, 10:07 AM
While his face betrayed naught of what lay within, there was something else about him that was beginning to unsettle her. Perhaps it was the icy exterior, or his ensuing silence where she'd half expected at least some sort of comment or reaction. An ear tilted slowly, swivelling back to point toward the dragon on her haunches that was beginning to stir. No longer did he lay stretched across her haunches, but pulled himself up in a hunched crouch, pale chest pressed against the swell of a dark hip while his long tail draped down her other side.
Besides the shift in the dragon's position, nothing else betrayed the uneasy swirl of emotions in the grulla mare. Her dark eyes were just as attentive, body just as relaxed as when he'd first walked up to her. She watched, she listened. He was a hard book to read, always had been, but there was definitely a shift in the atmosphere between them... and he was the cause.
Silently she inclined her head slightly as he put a name to the title she'd mentioned, accepting that confirmation of a fact she already was aware of. Somewhat deeper was the inclination as he spoke simple consolances. There was an awkward silence then, before he ventured into the area of conversation she'd been half-guiding him to.
"Yes, this makes me the new Moon Doctor. With many a new pupil to teach. Which is why I'm out here, fetching willow bark." Alone, unaccompanied by the herd's protectors. But still he would know she wasn't exactly... defenseless. And why did that sort of thought surface?
Restless, she shifted her weight minutely, shaking off her dark thoughts. She was getting tired of this cat-and-mouse game of dancing around more serious topics like they'd unleash an explosion if touched.
"You're troubled." It was almost more assumption than observation, based on memories of the laughing stallion who'd apologized for all the stallions who hit on her whenever they'd met last. He wasn't the same, and she didn't know which face was the mask, or if there even was one.
Besides the shift in the dragon's position, nothing else betrayed the uneasy swirl of emotions in the grulla mare. Her dark eyes were just as attentive, body just as relaxed as when he'd first walked up to her. She watched, she listened. He was a hard book to read, always had been, but there was definitely a shift in the atmosphere between them... and he was the cause.
Silently she inclined her head slightly as he put a name to the title she'd mentioned, accepting that confirmation of a fact she already was aware of. Somewhat deeper was the inclination as he spoke simple consolances. There was an awkward silence then, before he ventured into the area of conversation she'd been half-guiding him to.
"Yes, this makes me the new Moon Doctor. With many a new pupil to teach. Which is why I'm out here, fetching willow bark." Alone, unaccompanied by the herd's protectors. But still he would know she wasn't exactly... defenseless. And why did that sort of thought surface?
Restless, she shifted her weight minutely, shaking off her dark thoughts. She was getting tired of this cat-and-mouse game of dancing around more serious topics like they'd unleash an explosion if touched.
"You're troubled." It was almost more assumption than observation, based on memories of the laughing stallion who'd apologized for all the stallions who hit on her whenever they'd met last. He wasn't the same, and she didn't know which face was the mask, or if there even was one.
