Baby, it's cold outside.

[OPEN] Baby, it's cold outside.

Dröm Posts: 114

Hidden Account atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3

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

baylee

11-18-2014, 12:36 AM

This entire thing was quite ironic. She had heard their discussion before she had waltzed in. The bay had called the grey Dreamer. That made a sadness course her body. Dröm means Dream. Dröm had always been known as the Dreamer, and it was strange to hear someone else speak of the name. She kept silent about the meaning of her name, and instead decided the girl's futile attempts at flirting (at least that is what it seemed like) where more important than her own name. Quickly, the conversation shifted to Lords. The Earth Lord, to be specific. He had come here, admired the building and all of its glory. The Storyteller smiled at the young horses. "The lord visits places for mysterious reasons. I believe you speak of my family's patron, the Earth God." Quickly, Dröm began to feel out of place. Was she too formal for the young horses? Would they grow bored? She sighed quietly as her gaze dropped to the ground.

As the conversation moves forward, the bay grows the audacity to mock the tinted window. A shame? Nothing was shameful here. The colors might have been dull, but they were still glorious and intriguing. She says nothing to defend what the girl has called a shame. Instead, she forms the idea that she should merely leave. This was obviously a place that she loved and she didn't particularily enjoy hearing it spoken about in a negative way. Not to mention, she was with two younglings that would probably enjoy time alone. Though it poured outside, the golden rabbit decided she wanted to leave. She would say her goodbyes in a moment, but she desired to stay just a moment longer, not for the horses, but for herself. This place brought her joy and serenity, so she intended to stay as long as comfortable.

She made no other move to communicate with her company, finding anymore conversation with them would be superfluous. While she may inadvertently come off rude, that is far from her intention. Her mind traveled to the murders that have occurred recently. She was horrified. Would she be next? Those that died, they were probably loved by someone, and it nearly brought tears to her orbs when she thought about the sorrow their families must feel. Oh, what a twisted world. She continued thinking to herself, ignoring the younglings for the most part.