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An intelligent gaze passes over her companions, quickly reading and shifting through their emotions with Romul’s beastly intuition in hot pursuit. He does not comment on the strange arrangement of creatures but instead hums quietly in the back of Essetia’s mind, a mere bystander to the show. The mare is comfortable with Caneo at her side but she is, after all, accustomed to the closeness. She’d lost so very much in the Wilds but her sense of humility somehow remained intact, against all odds. The boy’s trembling skin causes her to turn pale eyes to him, distraught by the idea of his being cold. However, there is not much else Essetia can do to help him. She’d offered him relief from the frigid gale but, aside from pressing herself again his side, she’d certainly given more than another could fathom under the circumstances.
Caneo mutters a quiet “thanks” in between breaths and the mare nods in response. Her mind falters and strays when the silence once again blankets the trio but it is returned with the soft notes that nudge their way past the stallion’s pale lips. “Intriguing,” she murmurs in response. Her wide eyes find those of incandescent blue and they do not leave until another feminine song graces her tilted ears.
Dröm the Phantom, as Essetia fondly came to think of her, offered to shed more light on the mysterious Lord that was said to gallivant through the Rotunda. However, with the words hanging loosely between the three, the other mare seemed nervous for having said them at all. Her caramel glazed eyes betrayed nothing to Essetia but her posture allowed subtle clues to suggest her unease at having seemingly spoken out of turn. But of course Essetia was not one to deny another’s insight and she slowly shifted alongside Caneo to face her directly.
The boy moves forward, more intent on badgering her for information while Essetia and Romul remained in place just beyond. There is no doubt that the big bay is curious to find out from which herd the Phantom hails but Caneo has already propositioned her, ever curious about the world. All the answers Essetia is looking for would be revealed in time and without much effort on her part. She does not wish to overwhelm the secretive girl and therefore allows her to sift through one question at a time. After all, it is nice to see her interacting more freely with her companions despite her former reclusive tendencies.
It is not long before Caneo’s attention reverts back to Essetia and her admission about the stained glass hovering sullenly above. He confides that the warmer months offer a more complimentary view of the rumored lights but Essetia is unsure how much can be said of the glass upon finding it… deficient. However, she nods quietly before adding, “Then perhaps when the sun shines again you will accompany me on a second trip to the Rotunda?” Her voice is soft and velvety, tempting. “Spring’s warmth will find us again soon,” she muses shortly after.
Romul grumbles at the idea before settling in more comfortably at Essetia’s heels. She does not reprimand him though because her thoughts are once again painting and sculpting the future ahead. She ponders the idea of friendship and eternity but laughs silently to herself because nothing ever truly lasts forever. | |
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