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the girl. [Not at all! :D] Sweat had begun to darken her muzzle, the patches around her eyes, and even behind her ears. Of course her pelt was so dark that it was almost hard to tell what was stained by sweat and what was merely her oddly coloured body. Her muscles twitched with the effort, but her mind was tireless. She viewed the aches of her body as being distant - almost as happening to someone else. She knew that a body was aching, she just didn't necessarily identify it as her own. Regardless of her mental states, she would be sore in the morning. Her quad-horned skull jerked upright at the sound of another's approach. She had been too intent on moving a boulder that she hadn't even heard her hoof-falls on the ground. As her words broke through Isopia's mental meditations, the earthen child snorted, turning her golden gaze to face the intruder. What- what is it you’re doing? Why all these rocks? None of your business is of course what she wanted to say. But, to draw attention to herself as being rude was still attention. Later this mare might say, Who was that rude blood-marked girl moving those rocks? and then of course more would start to wonder what it was she was up to. Better to play it casual, to stay un-memorable. "I just need them." She answered, shrugging her blood-marked shoulders as she turned to face the mare. Isopia towered over Bellisma, standing several hands higher. That wasn't so surprising - Isopia was taller than nearly everyone she met - although others often found it strange. Even when they knew who her Father was, they still somehow found her appearance shocking. "Who are you?" She asked, trying to direct the conversation away from herself and her activities. The demi-girl took the opportunity to fold her mis-matched wings against her flanks and give herself a break. If nothing else, this brief interruption would give her time to catch her breath. |
