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Usually the youth was apt to puncturing personal bubbles, to step forward and offer her nose to a shoulder in greetings. But over the course of her short stay in Helovia, she understood the variability that went along with such an action. There was no way, no reason to expect anyone else to understand the simplest of introductions. More so their reactions – the vague memory of Maren rolls into thought, but the memory is brief and unwanted. Ru had hoped she meant more to the odd mare than mere aquaintances, more than a body to fill the Throat, tossed and discarded among those who’d planted their roots within its folds generations ago.
Instead she watches for the stallion’s reaction – keeping a comfortable distance. Focusing in on any mannerisms she can pick up, assuming many things – holding on to none. His nod appears curt to her at first, far from the jovial beam of his entrance. Besides the subtle movements that she can discern, it is hard to place anything quite yet – given that they had only met seconds ago.
She pushes her thoughts for the creature that stares pins and needles within its gaze. Provoking the girl’s eyes to glimmer with an added, thoughtful shade – what were these things to this stallion? Why did they follow him?
Her ears pick up when the stranger’s voice hits the air. The response is strange, odd; thanking her for what? For accepting his company? Again, the girl tilts her head – far more pronounced than her previous gesture. For despite having pointed at the creatures with her wing in question, the stallion seems to have missed her previous gesture – perhaps mistaken it for something else. What may have been an expected prompt, leading, pressing in on the stallion to respond to her curiosity – she finds his gratitude out of place.
Without thinking a low coo exists the depths of her throat, and out into the air. Signs of the deformity that strangles her vocals, causes the low hum to crack gently now and then. But Ru hardly recognizes them, nodding back to the stranger in turn. With a deep inhale she is determined to ask him once more about the creatures at his side. It is a chirping noise that bites the air – exiting her maw. She lifts her right wing and points to Rakt, to the second creature, and lastly to the unicorn before a warble of sorts is pressed forward from her tongue. Exaggerating her head tilt.
Ru was certain she was making perfect sense.
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