quiet rage and the setting sun

[OPEN] quiet rage and the setting sun

Tandavi The Fire Dancer Posts: 245

World's Edge Nurse atk: 6.5 | def: 9 | dam: 4

Mare :: Equine :: 16.1 :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE

Natraj :: Plain Kitsune :: Fire Charks

07-01-2014, 07:55 PM

Well, this is awkward. Not the fact that this mare seems to have the same job as Tandavi, though whether or not our crimson child still has the job is a bit of a mystery. It was a blurry time of passion and fear, the glory of the Sun's appearance mixed with her concern for Lace's safety and the trauma of losing her family. She has been gone, and perhaps she still is- she certainly does not feel here, at the edge of the Desert with this strange, starlit mare, but that is why she came back. To finally be found.

No, what the girl finds awkward is the silence that falls after the name, the failure on the mare's part to continue the thread and introduce a new topic. She doesn't look away from the mare; black gaze stays trained on the lavender eyes, expressionless face immune to the attempt at vapid warmth. Natraj's head swings between the two, amused, and the girl frowns softly as she looks down at him, asking, Well, what would you do?

Black shoulders roll easily as responsibility is shrugged away; the girl is left to decide her own fate, and it is not a task she relishes. She supposes she will have to work with this mare, that she ought to be friendly, however that works. She nods her assent (at what? the name?) and blinks dark black eyes, she wonders if Andromeda will have much to teach her about being a medic, and she forces herself to relax, to soften the stiffness of her body, her face.

"We need to see Ampere." Natraj nudges her mind- "Or Africa," she adds, and at the back of her mind the abundance of A-names softly tickles her fancy. The girl does not laugh, but her eyes glint with delight. She cannot smell magic on this mare, and that reassures her somewhat; she is in her home, she is with her peer, and she is speaking with (sort of) assertiveness. Things will be alright, she assures herself; she will be okay.

@[Andromeda]

THE FIREDANCER
for it was I who walked among the falling stars, and did not burn