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01-08-2017, 06:00 PM
As concerned for Shida as Yael might be, she had not the audacity to insert herself into a situation, the foolishness to put herself between explosive magic, nor the knowledge of the two the situation affected, to do any good. She can not make the copycat shed his assumed skin, and sees no reason to calm the sassy buckskin lady down. So. Best to keep one eye on the action and another eye trained to the ground for bits of white.
At least there was a bit of an explanation offered in passing (though it didn’t explain why the guy did it, at least there was a consensus between everyone else that he was in the wrong, and he deserved whatever he had coming), which piques her interest. Aside from the Giving Tree, this is the first show of real magic Yael has seen; and it is used not for helping others or ones’ self, but for trickery and fun. The foreigner will make no judgement yet, but it seems to her that the denizens of Xelovia are just like any other land; they run the gamut of kind to selfish to downright mean, she imagines. Where those mean and evil ones are hiding, she doesn’t want to find out. It is much harder to fight against the darkness when one’s only source of light is the spark inside, the fire in one’s soul.
The three-horned unicorn’s biting taunt is amusing, and Yael finds herself chuckling. Oh - that’s happened in B’kanna before; the image of stallions with their sides rounded in pregnancy, huffing and puffing about the pains of it all and how miserable they felt - well, that would never get old. If she were Queen of the Universe, she’d make all stallions carry at least one child in their lifetime - let them know exactly what happens after they mount a mare. The underestimated strength it takes to be a mother. She’s not saying it wouldn’t cut down on the number of rapes, but she’s not saying it wouldn’t, either.
With no smart remarks to contribute, the golden pegasus simply nods when bones are dropped in her vicinity, and takes a few steps towards the logs, half-heartedly pawing at the silty ground to look for bones - but it’s clearly not where her interest lies.
At least there was a bit of an explanation offered in passing (though it didn’t explain why the guy did it, at least there was a consensus between everyone else that he was in the wrong, and he deserved whatever he had coming), which piques her interest. Aside from the Giving Tree, this is the first show of real magic Yael has seen; and it is used not for helping others or ones’ self, but for trickery and fun. The foreigner will make no judgement yet, but it seems to her that the denizens of Xelovia are just like any other land; they run the gamut of kind to selfish to downright mean, she imagines. Where those mean and evil ones are hiding, she doesn’t want to find out. It is much harder to fight against the darkness when one’s only source of light is the spark inside, the fire in one’s soul.
The three-horned unicorn’s biting taunt is amusing, and Yael finds herself chuckling. Oh - that’s happened in B’kanna before; the image of stallions with their sides rounded in pregnancy, huffing and puffing about the pains of it all and how miserable they felt - well, that would never get old. If she were Queen of the Universe, she’d make all stallions carry at least one child in their lifetime - let them know exactly what happens after they mount a mare. The underestimated strength it takes to be a mother. She’s not saying it wouldn’t cut down on the number of rapes, but she’s not saying it wouldn’t, either.
With no smart remarks to contribute, the golden pegasus simply nods when bones are dropped in her vicinity, and takes a few steps towards the logs, half-heartedly pawing at the silty ground to look for bones - but it’s clearly not where her interest lies.
yael
[she has nothing to contribute :/ @Erebos ]
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