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The reaction of the pale unicorn adds sharpness to Ru’s features. To the furrow of critical brows, and the tightening of her lips to a firm line. Agitation rolls out by the way of heavy breathe rolling into the air, the shuffling of steps, and the blatant assessment of cool eyes that prod her body. Some sort of emotion swirls behind their features, but the girl is without sufficient data to place just what it is. Possibilities no longer scramble for meaning, for there are perhaps several to contend with. The stranger hides something, the stranger is genuine, the stranger either poses as a risk or not at all. And her arrival is either a marker of things to be wary of, or a mild reaction to her sudden intrusion.
Nonetheless she is dismissed from thoughtless eyes as they deflect her gaze for the cut on their leg.
Ru casts her gaze to the transparent horn instead, to the hooves that warp the ground underneath the mare’s feet. She is spared the obvious questions at least, and she is easily made happy to look through the other side of the glass, and observe that which does not recognize her.
An ear twists to the owl – bizarre, how the painted mare commanded it with her tongue. The girl, unaware of companions and the truth behind their bonds, assumes that most of the horses here have simply trained an assortment of creatures. And yet, they are hardly the same – and that hypothesis wavers in the midst of the dragons that follow their masters, or the raptors and snakes possessively curled in their masters immediate vicinities. The duo-toned mare, as tall as them, as finely muscled and sporting a few scars of her own, chuckles into the night and offers that said companion is capable of magic. Ru hums in this enlightenment, and watches between master and creature as they perform the favor to the intruder several steps ahead.
The pair before her seem quaint and polite, civil, between speech and acts of… ‘kindness’? Whatever it was, as Ru watched in quiet fascination, it was blooming between these two individuals in a world that did not include her. A witness, rather than an active participant, and it made her smile cruelly as these thoughts aligned with her previous worries.
They exchange names, though the girl remains quiet. There is a story unfolding and Ru doesn’t care for the patience of their inquiry. She simply nods to Alysanne, a brief light of recognition stirs – simply from what she’s heard. What’s she’s glean from her brief time thus, and now it makes sense that the black and white Alysanne provides shelter for the one who trespasses the Edge.
Ru shifts in her spot unaccustomed to standing still for so long. The girl was not idle to chatter, although her attention remained restrained on the pair. For a moment she stretches out her wings, and lends a folded wing to brush off the wetness of snow from her cheek.
Ráeru finally admits her intentions out loud, and for once the girl is not disturbed by the similarities of their paths. She has closed off such possibilities, has ignored their implications, and takes this information rather blandly into the pockets of her mind. If the Lady wishes it, she will keep her eyes for what Ráeru searches for. Not because she cares for someone she does not know. Even if Lyanna had offered the same…
It was simply for duty, for her credibility as honor bound. Because none of that involved emotions, or good intentions – did it? If she could prove her worth, in a means she was actually capable of doing, than perhaps she may have found a place to call home.
Idly she swishes her feathered tail as consequence of their stagnant bodies. And awaits further details that perhaps Alysanne might be able to confirm. At least that would allow for the earth hued youth to perform her duties accordingly. Her gaze drifts from the quieting unicorn, and offers an expectant look to Alysanne.
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