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@[Ghost], @[Talion] Anyone else..?
And to all those who did not get when I wrote of the part where her mother taught her not to be annoying or disturbing, I was talking about how in the past her mother taught her those things. To be quiet and polite when others where talking and wait for your chance to speak. But she'd gotten tongue-tied when she had reached the Falls, it was overwhelming her.
And, there was Ink too. ;)
And to all those who did not get when I wrote of the part where her mother taught her not to be annoying or disturbing, I was talking about how in the past her mother taught her those things. To be quiet and polite when others where talking and wait for your chance to speak. But she'd gotten tongue-tied when she had reached the Falls, it was overwhelming her.
And, there was Ink too. ;)
She is fond of this traveling thing. It suited her ever-so-blossoming soul. She wanted to run and jump and fly with freedom. But then again, she did have duties to attend to back at the perfect land of the Throat. She didn't have any problems what-so-ever with doing them, as long as she could feel as though she had a home there. That was all she required. Although, she had gotten so much more than what she bargained for. A home, was the first thing on her list when she left her mother. Then stability and then friends. She had all those things and more and she couldn't be more happy about where she had landed. Not forgetting where she came from and what she learned there, she was respectful to the two's chat. Quiet and un-disturbing, her mother taught her how not to be annoying or distracting around people who seem sensitive to that kind of thing. (My Mother said that was everyone by the way!) She'd found it easier than normal to be quiet and contained, but kind of impossible at the same time. She wanted to share her ideas on the conversation, get it flowing into what she thought a conversation was. But, that was just not meant to be as she watched them. She knew she should not intervene, and she didn't. When they'ed found a path of trouble, the mare in the lead, Ghost, was her name, seemed so accustomed to the way she should move her hooves, it seemed they where programmed in such a way suiting the ground in some other form of connection. She knew this place. Must be that they where getting closer. The rush of a waterfall had been roaring in her ears for sometime now. A mere background noise, set in the backdrop of a new play called: Let's Finally talk to Spice now! She nodded kindly, softly, understanding, not to be of any trouble. She wondered if that was enough, or if the mare was even watching her. She didn't want to be such a burden now that they would have to speak too much to her. It was like she had adapted over the period of walking to this place. She wanted to stay quiet now. She didn't want to draw too much attention to herself in this new atmosphere. It didn't seem like something she would want to do in a place that was not her home. In her home, the girl believed she could do what she liked if it got along with the rules. Most of it did. All of it, probably. She bowed her head, though a dark movement from the corner of her eye caught her attention. It was a crow. He seemed to be dripping in a kind of tar. Oily, perhaps? But as it shifted forms, Spice couldn't help but let out a small gasp. Her maw slightly agape, she stared at the midnight boy in awe and confusion...and fear. What kind of animal could ever be able to do that, and why would it be living here? WHY DID HE LOOK SO MUCH LIKE A HORSE? Tons more thoughts splashed through her mind as she stared at the midnight-hued creature. It flashed a look to her, and Talion as well. She swallowed nothing, her eyes locked on it. Her first words came out crooked, like they had gotten bent up in her mind as she tried to spit them out. "Who ar-re y-you?" Spice |
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