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Själ
The griffin spread her wings, leaping to glide into the rotunda from her perch on the leafless branch outside. She shrieked her greeting warily, eying the stranger as she descended, but she was suddenly distracted by the many colors that painted the floor. The cat-bird cocked her head from side to side, following the gentle sway of shadows dancing along the marble. Having decided that the colt-stallion was not a threat, Ansgar lowered her body to the ground, her golden eyes fixed on one particularly dark silhouette. She would wait for the perfect opportunity, and then she would strike; it was a perfect exercise to train her feline hunting skills. She had always been more cat than bird, after all.
Själ approached the stranger with a similar hesitance that her companion displayed, her golden eyes trained on his. She had been greeted by friendly individuals more often than not in this land, but it did not hurt to be wary. One of these days, she would no doubt make an enemy, and when that day came, she had no intentions of being caught napping. The stallion was darkly colored, save a golden streak in his mane and those piercing amber eyes, so similar to her own. For a moment, the girl wondered if they might be related, so similar were they in appearance. It would not be the first time she had met a surprise sibling. The memory brought a bitter taste to her mouth, and she shoved thoughts of her mother and sister away.
The boy-man smiled, and the girl returned the favor; he answers her query quickly enough, though his response was, admittedly, lacking. Still, she could not fault him for a lack of knowledge, not when there was so much about Helovia that had, doubtless, been lost to the ages. "Does anyone know, or has its past been lost?" she mused softly, more to herself than to the colt, her eyes trailing over the intricate ironwork splayed above them to hold brilliantly colored glass. How had it stood for so long? Shouldn't it have fallen apart or shattered by now? "I've not been to this forest, no," she offered in return to his inquiry. "I've only recently returned to Helovia. My first trip was not particularly adventurous, I'm afraid. Are you from here?"
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
Själ approached the stranger with a similar hesitance that her companion displayed, her golden eyes trained on his. She had been greeted by friendly individuals more often than not in this land, but it did not hurt to be wary. One of these days, she would no doubt make an enemy, and when that day came, she had no intentions of being caught napping. The stallion was darkly colored, save a golden streak in his mane and those piercing amber eyes, so similar to her own. For a moment, the girl wondered if they might be related, so similar were they in appearance. It would not be the first time she had met a surprise sibling. The memory brought a bitter taste to her mouth, and she shoved thoughts of her mother and sister away.
The boy-man smiled, and the girl returned the favor; he answers her query quickly enough, though his response was, admittedly, lacking. Still, she could not fault him for a lack of knowledge, not when there was so much about Helovia that had, doubtless, been lost to the ages. "Does anyone know, or has its past been lost?" she mused softly, more to herself than to the colt, her eyes trailing over the intricate ironwork splayed above them to hold brilliantly colored glass. How had it stood for so long? Shouldn't it have fallen apart or shattered by now? "I've not been to this forest, no," she offered in return to his inquiry. "I've only recently returned to Helovia. My first trip was not particularly adventurous, I'm afraid. Are you from here?"
"Speak."
--Ansgar.--
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