Barriers of Communication [Hieroglyphs]

[OPEN] Barriers of Communication [Hieroglyphs]

Tangere Posts: 159

Aurora Basin Medic atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5

Mare :: Unicorn :: 15.2hh :: Six Years | Birdsong HP: 63 | Buff: NOVICE

Phrixus :: White Raven :: None Psilo

03-02-2014, 10:06 AM

The roan mare seems to hiss behind her, but the silver unicorn’s attentions do not waver; with wonderment she looks on, tracing the glowing lines with her glossy mocha eyes. She can feel the still air around them swirl when the Pegasus adjusts herself to look onto the markings. One pale ear bends to the mares voice, noting the lack of a aggression in it – though it was somehow still obvious wasn’t a very warm presence. Tangere hums an inaudible response, but not peeling her eyes away from the stone carvings. Even when the blue roan questions the other Pegasus, Tang does nothing. She simply bends her ear further back, eyes still making a grid over the indentations. She soaks in the information, letting it melt into her like an inescapable reverse sieve.

When he speaks he tries to address her with a genuine note about his voice; she turns and acknowledges it with a wide, blank-eyed grin. She is as lacking in interest to him as he is to her, but social niceties and his potential to be useful to her draw up manners and amiable behavior. She is tired and not in much of a mood to cultivate new friendships or really, give a shit about anything, but these markings ignite something old and magical – like it’s breathing life into her now dreary existence. She watches him speak his last few sentences and her grin widens, she slides her gaze back to the roan and then back to him. “Well we’ll have to transcribe them then…” He asks for her name and she looks away instead of answering, casting her eyes over the symbols as if they’re ancestors locked within the rocks. She notes the mention of the “Wall of History”.

“Tangere.” She rolls her name through her mouth like it is unimportant, snapping her eyes back to the stallion the moment the title falls away from her lips. “Do you know anyone else who knows more about this?” This time her soft voice is rushed, taut with anxiousness. She sizes up her challenge…in her mind, they’re aboard and on the same level, she assumes they know what she’s trying to do even if she doesn’t know herself, really.

@[Quilyan], @[Cealestis]