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02-14-2017, 11:41 AM
Ask no questions, and you'll be told no lies
A handful come. More than a handful, but it admittedly doesn’t seem like many. Not given the number of horses she’s simply seen around. Though maybe that’s normal. Her own homeland was similar, though there’d been far more herds for the horses to divide across. Here there were a measly three, at least as far as she could tell. Yet it wouldn’t take long to get to know those standing in this group, and some of them seem terribly nice.
A blue mare that looks a whole lot like the sea spat her out calls the stallion the God of the Spark. What the hell is the spark? She has no idea, but stores the information away anyway, glad to find out she was right. He is a God. Far more present and real than the ridiculous faeries of her old land. Besides, she likes him immediately. Almost immediately, anyway.
At first, he looks to the General and apologizes about the black stallion’s dad. Weaver doesn’t turn her gaze to stare at them, but Raven catches on quick enough, keen ears and eyes paying attention to whatever information he can gather, exuding a feeling of importance to keep Weaver paying attention.
But then the God turns his attention to everyone, and she likes him. He takes no shit, and speaks his mind bluntly. None of this polite nonsense that far too many believe in. He appoints two new leaders, not bothering with their names. It would make Weaver laugh, except she knows better, and keeps her mouth shut. She’d have to learn their names some other way. Though she liked Perky Water One and Clever Tiny One. Though eventually, he does through in one name, and she tucks that away too.
She has no questions, and keeps her mouth shut, simply offering a nod of congratulations to the Perky Water One and Clever Tiny One. It was probably a good thing Raven couldn’t talk yet, because he would chastise her to hell for calling her monarchs that. For now, he has to content himself with letting a nice disgruntled feeling roll through her in waves.
A blue mare that looks a whole lot like the sea spat her out calls the stallion the God of the Spark. What the hell is the spark? She has no idea, but stores the information away anyway, glad to find out she was right. He is a God. Far more present and real than the ridiculous faeries of her old land. Besides, she likes him immediately. Almost immediately, anyway.
At first, he looks to the General and apologizes about the black stallion’s dad. Weaver doesn’t turn her gaze to stare at them, but Raven catches on quick enough, keen ears and eyes paying attention to whatever information he can gather, exuding a feeling of importance to keep Weaver paying attention.
But then the God turns his attention to everyone, and she likes him. He takes no shit, and speaks his mind bluntly. None of this polite nonsense that far too many believe in. He appoints two new leaders, not bothering with their names. It would make Weaver laugh, except she knows better, and keeps her mouth shut. She’d have to learn their names some other way. Though she liked Perky Water One and Clever Tiny One. Though eventually, he does through in one name, and she tucks that away too.
She has no questions, and keeps her mouth shut, simply offering a nod of congratulations to the Perky Water One and Clever Tiny One. It was probably a good thing Raven couldn’t talk yet, because he would chastise her to hell for calling her monarchs that. For now, he has to content himself with letting a nice disgruntled feeling roll through her in waves.
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