Silver trinkets and golden leather

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[PRIVATE] Silver trinkets and golden leather

Dröm Posts: 114

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Mare :: Equine :: 14.3hh :: 5 HP: 62 | Buff: NOVICE

baylee

08-04-2014, 06:12 PM

Dröm
You don't need a silver fork to eat good food.

It feels like rejection. He steps away from her, and as an on the spot reaction, she stretches her muzzle out to him a little, but then realizing that he must like his own personal space, she retracts her muzzle, accepting defeat. "Sorry," she whispered quietly. Her words nearly drowned out by the noise surrounding them. She would not be at all surprised if he could not here her state her apology. As time went on, she became slightly more skittish, perhaps she was afraid she would offend him, or he would lash out. It seemed to only be a matter of time before she messed this conversation up and it would be too unbearable to stay here and she would have to walk him in the lightning and thunder.

"You're not... Average?" She asks with a new interest. Not average... What is he than, a god? A vampire? Who is she really talking to? Worry sets itself deep in her gut as she continues thinking of the thinks Mr. Silverthorn (yes, she will still call him that in her mind) could be. He continues on quickly, and her curiosity grows and the worry begins leaving, though she still wonders what he is. "Dragon's Throat. You live in... a desert?" She asked, cocking her head slightly, allowing her forelock to drape off to the side, revealing the rest of her beautiful blaze.

Her eyes shift towards the drapes, where there is a glimpse of their setting. The rain still pours heavily, lightning and thunder still at large. And every now and then a few raindrops make their way into the building, adding more water onto her rapidly drying body. Her darker coat easily lightening back up to it's normal color the more she dries. Her tresses are pristine, clean even. Her femininity has returned, and along with it her looks. Her drenched coat was unappealing to everyone, but possibly Mr. Silverthorn. What will he think of her now?

"blah blah blah."