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02-05-2017, 04:26 AM
Even if it seemed like a fevered dream, Qeren could not deny the fact she had indeed pondered the idea of having a home. A place to call safe. A people to call hers. But something in her heart truly did desire. She desired it. But she did her best not to expect it. Not ever. Trying to take what had seemed like a safer root had jut been that.
Another direction to wander aimlessly without any others to stand by her side. It hadn't been a direction taken with the idea that maybe, just maybe, a herd - a people - would be extended to her. Miss matched eyes simply looked to keep herself out of trouble. Talking to a stranger she of course - did not expect any extensions for a possibility of home. No matter how kindly she came off.
"Honestly, I'm shocked my hooves haven't worn off by now." came a sarcastic toned response. It wasn't necessarily meant to sound rude. But it was what she resorted to naturally. It was... just how she spoke most times. No doubt her feet ached. The damp hadn't helped. She'd been doing her best to take breaks long enough to attempt to dry out her damp feet as to not get the rot she'd heard of. Not something that really presented as issue in the parched land she had come from.
"Well. So far it hasn't been terrible meeting you", came the reply, sarcasm again. But a more - relaxed feel to it. A perk of amusement.
Still the mare watched the other. Orbs flitting between the Leviathan and the Blue dame. The muscles tensed at the movement. But with a little more ease - and the expected hint of caution - Qeren reached out her own muzzle. Nostrils slightly flared as she did so.
The question at first was met with the slow blinking. Genuinely seeming caught off guard by the question. A thousand thought flitting through the mares dished skull. Hesitant still, but weary of travel... And perhaps a dash of the wish she called childish to find a home... she answered once more. "A - A place to rest would be grand..." she seemed to gain her own wits again,
" That - at least for the moment - seems to be a divine idea"... possibly a good place to rest. Even for a bit. Perhaps she would like the others... Perhaps.... Qeren cut off her thought as for the first time the corners of her lips quirked awkwardly in a slight smile.
"speech here" thought here
Another direction to wander aimlessly without any others to stand by her side. It hadn't been a direction taken with the idea that maybe, just maybe, a herd - a people - would be extended to her. Miss matched eyes simply looked to keep herself out of trouble. Talking to a stranger she of course - did not expect any extensions for a possibility of home. No matter how kindly she came off.
"Honestly, I'm shocked my hooves haven't worn off by now." came a sarcastic toned response. It wasn't necessarily meant to sound rude. But it was what she resorted to naturally. It was... just how she spoke most times. No doubt her feet ached. The damp hadn't helped. She'd been doing her best to take breaks long enough to attempt to dry out her damp feet as to not get the rot she'd heard of. Not something that really presented as issue in the parched land she had come from.
"Well. So far it hasn't been terrible meeting you", came the reply, sarcasm again. But a more - relaxed feel to it. A perk of amusement.
Still the mare watched the other. Orbs flitting between the Leviathan and the Blue dame. The muscles tensed at the movement. But with a little more ease - and the expected hint of caution - Qeren reached out her own muzzle. Nostrils slightly flared as she did so.
The question at first was met with the slow blinking. Genuinely seeming caught off guard by the question. A thousand thought flitting through the mares dished skull. Hesitant still, but weary of travel... And perhaps a dash of the wish she called childish to find a home... she answered once more. "A - A place to rest would be grand..." she seemed to gain her own wits again,
" That - at least for the moment - seems to be a divine idea"... possibly a good place to rest. Even for a bit. Perhaps she would like the others... Perhaps.... Qeren cut off her thought as for the first time the corners of her lips quirked awkwardly in a slight smile.
"speech here" thought here
Going ahead and saying she'll be rated M as she doth not have the mouth of a lady.... #swearfest
