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07-22-2013, 09:57 PM
[Ah Neo so sorry for wait! My muse for this thread kept poofing and only surfacing while I was driving and couldn't write.]
She felt silent, feeling the tension in the air. Ah, she'd crossed some line or another unknowingly. Some small part of her applauded the degree of their relationship that Mauja didn't strike out at her with action or word when her banter pressed a few too many buttons. But the greater part of her wondered how far she'd have to backpeddle to mop up whatever mess she'd made.
Quietly, she looked away when he spoke up at last, promptingly. "I bear the scars of a unicorn's horn. But I have never acted in violence except to defend myself, my friends, or my home. I was not part of the invasion force that took the Edge from you, Mauja. I was pregnant with a child that made my fellows in the Foothills scorn myself and my decisions. So I left them, joined the Qian, choosing to become an outcast rather than bear my daughter somewhere that she'd be judged by the actions of those who came before. Those whose only similarity to her was the divineness of their sires. Even if I had not been pregnant, I would not have fought. I know what it is like to have my home torn from me again and again. Once by unicorn supremacists, once by selfish actions of racist demigods, once by the dead."
Voice quiet, contemplative, she glanced back to the spotted stallion before stepping away in a slow amble. The slow pace was in itself an invitation for him to walk with her, the revelation she'd given him grounds for any excuse he needed to tell himself in order to continue keeping company with an equine. The decision was his, to walk with her or let her continue on her errand.
She felt silent, feeling the tension in the air. Ah, she'd crossed some line or another unknowingly. Some small part of her applauded the degree of their relationship that Mauja didn't strike out at her with action or word when her banter pressed a few too many buttons. But the greater part of her wondered how far she'd have to backpeddle to mop up whatever mess she'd made.
Quietly, she looked away when he spoke up at last, promptingly. "I bear the scars of a unicorn's horn. But I have never acted in violence except to defend myself, my friends, or my home. I was not part of the invasion force that took the Edge from you, Mauja. I was pregnant with a child that made my fellows in the Foothills scorn myself and my decisions. So I left them, joined the Qian, choosing to become an outcast rather than bear my daughter somewhere that she'd be judged by the actions of those who came before. Those whose only similarity to her was the divineness of their sires. Even if I had not been pregnant, I would not have fought. I know what it is like to have my home torn from me again and again. Once by unicorn supremacists, once by selfish actions of racist demigods, once by the dead."
Voice quiet, contemplative, she glanced back to the spotted stallion before stepping away in a slow amble. The slow pace was in itself an invitation for him to walk with her, the revelation she'd given him grounds for any excuse he needed to tell himself in order to continue keeping company with an equine. The decision was his, to walk with her or let her continue on her errand.
