Blow a Kiss, Fire a Gun

Blow a Kiss, Fire a Gun

Naerys Posts: 86

World's Edge Sleuth atk: 7 | def: 10 | dam: 4

Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.1 :: 3 :: Tallsun HP: 65.5 | Buff: NOVICE

Petyr :: Bornean Green Magpie :: Ashen Rottie

09-22-2015, 01:01 PM

WE HELD TOGETHER THE FRAGILE SKY TO KEEP OUR WAY OF LIFE

Fortunately for Naerys, the stallion didn't notice her rather graceless landing. Dirt clung to her knees where they'd collided into the ground when she felt her bulk tipping forward and off balance. When she finally righted herself, firmly planting all four hooves on the soil beneath her with an emphasis that betrayed her frayed nerves. She attempts to hide it, outwardly pretending that she hadn't just practically fallen out of the sky. The stallion's presence rattled her a bit, threw her off kilter for several heartbeats. His approach is one of a youthful excitement, laced with a level of surprise she'd shown so often in her earliest days. With her first birthday rapidly approaching, the filly had grown more self-conscious, more careful to contain her reactions so as not to appear vacuous. His voice bursts towards her with a proclamation that has her confused. Not a bird? Is he daft? With a mischievous gleam in her brightly hued, teal eyes she gives him a look of complete and utter surprise. Her eyes widen, her mouth opens ever so slightly. "I'm not?!" she gasps, her voice slightly squeaky. Frantically, she whips her head to the left, then the right, and then back to him. The girl fights off a grin and bites back the giggles building in her chest.

She schools her features under his scrutiny as he begins to circle her, the filly portrays an air of calm. Question after question is thrown at her, but he gives little room for her to respond. When he asks if she'd hatched from an egg, she lost the battle. The girl breaks into a fit of giggles. "An egg?!" she asks, dramatically gasping for breath in an attempt to regain her composure. Her? Hatch from an egg? Now that's a silly thought! (And a painful one, were she older and more knowledgeable of such things.) By now, he's moved to stand in front of her, his excitement suppressed. She inhales deeply, her breath a bit shaky, and once again she is composed. Breathing a soft sigh of relief, her gaze once more returns to search his face. "I'm sorry." she replies, her eyes meeting his. "To answer your questions; I was born with them, no, and no." she adds, her voice softer and sweeter.

Standing a little straighter, she allows her gaze to drift over him. He looks strong and young, though not quite as young as herself. Perhaps he'd make a good addition to the World's Edge? Though what would mother say if she saw her just-shy-of-one year old daughter waltzing home with him? If they got the wrong idea, she could be taking this unsuspecting soul right into the lion's den. "Nice to meet you, Rowtag." she states, her manner shifting unbeknownst to her to one far more demure. He looks up then, up to where she'd come crashing clumsily down. While he's distracted, no matter how brief, the girl drops her gaze to focus on the passionflowers blooming around her hooves. Flowers that were there because of her. Gazing into one of the large purple and white blooms, she regains her focus, calming the strange swirl of unfamiliar emotions churning inside her. It only took a few moments, a few beats of her heart but by the time she looked up at him once more, he spoke again. He speaks with a bit of humor behind his words, a lightness that - were she not so naive - might cause her to question him. Instead, she resists the urge to comfort him. The thought of not belonging anywhere, darkening her heart with sorrow. "You're in for a real treat then." she replies, her tone cheerful to compensate for the sorrow shining in the aquamarine pools of her eyes. "This-" she begins, spreading her wings momentarily to gesture to the surrounding lands. "is Helovia." she adds proudly, beaming at him as she once more folds her wings to her sides.

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@Rowtag <3

IN YOUR HEART SHALL BURN AN UNQUENCHABLE FLAME