Like the heart of the Tawa Tree

Like the heart of the Tawa Tree

Manon Posts: 37

World's Edge Sleuth atk: 6.5 | def: 9.5 | dam: 3.5

Mare :: Equine :: 16.3hh :: 4 HP: 60 | Buff: NOVICE

Space

02-08-2017, 10:31 PM

SHE BRUISES, COUGHS, SHE SPLUTTERS PISTOL SHOTS —

She smiled wryly, hovering between pity and impatience - she was young, and even Manon had been uncertain when faced with the Threshold of Helovia, how it had existed when she had been so certain that her life, her world, had been the only one. Manon remained quiet, knowing that more questions would follow. She took the time to study Shahrokh, her sharp eyes sliding over him with a practised elegance. Sometimes she wondered what exactly the Throat was like, and how different her life would have been if she had chosen to go with Sikeax to the island. Most herd members she had met from the Throat had been warrior-esque and desert born, but she imagined their people would vary as much as they did at the Edge.

"I cannot explain the Threshold nor how it works, but the way I see it-" Manon paused suddenly, realising she didn't know the young girls name "- you can either try to find your way back, a difficult feat but perhaps not impossible, or you can explore Helovia, and perhaps try to find your family through other means." Manon paused again, an amused smile upon her soft lips "and we are not Gods. Or, at least, I am not." She would leave his own godliness to the Throat boy. She looked him over once more, silver lashes demure as she noted his youth, but also how handsome he was. He would grow to be a fine warrior, and no doubt a fine young man, too. A pity she wasn't interested in men. Manon looked back to the newcomer, asking: "Let's start with your name. Then you can start to think about which direction you would like to take."