We wait through the hours of cold

[OPEN] We wait through the hours of cold

Ru Posts: 130

World's Edge Captain atk: 7.0 | def: 9.5 | dam: 4.0

Mare :: Pegasus :: 16.1h :: 3 [Tallsun] HP: 60.5 | Buff: Novice

Mar

01-23-2017, 10:39 PM

The stallion’s first question produces a halting grunt from her lips. And a half grin that crawls to one side of her face, as she simply shakes her head - no; though she almost wishes she could. The noises were simply easier to produce, than the complicated movements of tongue, or the seamless projection of sound.

Ru did not feel like demonstrating that today. Although, an - ah! - usually did the trick.

However the mare assumes that the stallion’s on his way to discovering the reason behind her lacking words, and silences punctuated by bird-like suggestions.

When he comes to that conclusion out loud, she reaches her gaze back upon his dark eyes. She is unable to decipher the emotions that swirl within him, but the stallion appears attentive enough that he might mean well. At least his gaze does not exude a pretentious mood; and perhaps she judged too quickly for his eyes that grazed against her neck.

Ru nods with another of her chirps greeting the air, a confirmation. It is an easy sound that rolls off from the back of her throat, and the flick of her tongue.

She waits expectantly to judge his reaction. The girl cannot speak, but at least she can fight. And unbeknownst to the King, she was determined to become one of the best in their ranks. Despite how long or arduous the trials might prove to be.

The knowledge, the thoughts that burn behind her eyes add a certain edge of amusement to her gaze. That smile softens, and for now the feathers at her neck smooth out and relax against one another in their layers.

There is however, a sense of trepidation that lingers in her mind. With each realization it becomes easier, and she truly wishes that she didn’t care what her peers thought. Perhaps it would be easier, in a way; but for the time being her loneliness had drove a vulnerable wedge into her heart. Making their criticisms more than what they should be, a reflection of the world and how it deflected back to her.

Maybe, just maybe, she would care less in the future. And embrace the pieces that she had left. For the sake of propelling further into the future – becoming someone. Rather than a nameless, hapless vagabond.