She was glad she had brought her to water. By the desperate gulps the mare took it was obvious this was greatly needed. Her eyes were filled with the pleasant warmth and satisfaction of making someone feel better, and with a swish of her tail she followed suit, taking a few much needed sips herself before finally returning her focus on the ashen mare beside her. The way the spotted pegasus was acting was as if she knew this fellow mare for years, comforted simply by her presence, and this was something that made Myrrine wary. She couldn't be attached to someone so quickly, couldn't cling to them just because she was desperate to have something so similar to her past, because that simply wasn't fair to herself. And honestly, it was kind of weird for this poor mare who was just getting used to her surroundings.
When she spoke so confidently Myrrine's previous image nearly shattered, because never would her Mother (even if she hadn't been mute), have spoken so fluidly while managing to keep eye contact with someone. Yet even with this realization Myrrine's yearning heart did not relent, because anything that gave her a chance to feel like she was home again was something worth pushing for. Her thoughts were interrupted by the sound of someone approaching, her ears turning swiftly to take in the sounds of the little goat. He was so fascinated with her, looking at her wings with such large eyes, the innocence within them causing a laugh to bubble from her dainty chest. She couldn't help but find him endearing, and without much though she was kneeling in order for him to get a closer inspection of her appendages. The appeal of them had worn off long ago for her, but there always seemed to be someone who marveled over the silky texture and intricate design that made her always stand out.
It was only when did the goat's owner approach did she finally stand, looking to her politely, though inside she was guarded. Ever since the passing of Quilyan and her depression inflicting further upon her mind, she had grown less comfortable with larger crowds. One on one was always simple, but when one was surrounded it left them feeling very vulnerable. Her fur begin to prick from anxiety, but she refused to let it show as she dipped her head, agreeing with the new mare," He seems very sweet Miss. I bet he's quite the handful for you." Suddenly she's giggling, that pleasant mask returning to her complexion once again, her mind preparing for the onslaught of tedious pleasantries. When had those become a chore for her?
When the final horse approached she vaguely recognized him, having once lived in a herd with him. Her eyes quickly scanned over his handsome structure, trying to connect the voice with the name when it clicked, and she was once again all smiles and pleasant words," Salutations Tilney! It has been some time since I've seen you. Have you been well?" She moved gracefully to let him pass, watching quietly as he moved to press his cloak over the newcomer's shoulders, and she couldn't help but feel mildly irked. Before she would have joined in on the hovering, asking the concerning questions of if they needed a healer, or held them close to let them know they were safe. But that wasn't always needed, and if it were Myrrine currently in this new mare's position, she would have felt as if she was suffocating. So with a strained smile she stepped back to let the other two fret, not once letting her gaze leave the three, and listening as the unicorn finally named herself: Ariadne.
Lashed fluttered casually as she let the name sink in, before dipping her head calmly and smiling sweetly," It certainly is a pleasure to meet you Miss Ariadne. I certainly hope we haven't made you feel too uncomfortable, and I'm sure any of us will happily help you should you need it. Newcomers are always welcome here, and we aren't afraid to show it!" She giggled sweetly, looking at the trio patiently, wondering just what would happen next. Once they all knew she was fine, she was certain the two herd members would begin their well-rehearsed lines of why Ariadne should come home with them and not the others, because their home was most certainly the best. It was hard to believe that Myrrine used to be part of that group. Of course, she had always simply wanted to offer her home to others, and so long as the outcasts had found a warm place at night, she was never offended if they turned her down. She just wanted the best for everyone, and if the best for them was not with her; then that was fine by her. She didn't control the world after all.
" Speak"
OOC: In which Myrrine decided today was the day she was going to be a grump because yolo. Forgive me lol. |
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