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04-08-2017, 12:10 PM
Had Yael an inkling of Isopia’s thoughts, she would put them at ease in a heartbeat; the aurelian mare has no desire to bed anyone, bear more children, or otherwise find herself entangled in that which causes the pulse to quicken with lust. Gaal might be the exception, but even he causes waves of guilt whenever their flirting ends.
No, Yael might as well be a nun. Or a buddhist monk. Or some strange, asexual, off-limits priestess with no mind for anything but scholarly pursuits. So in other words: no fun.
“I’ve spent most of my life een vone desert or anozer. Eet vould be nice to be t’ere again, eef t’ey agree.” Her words carry whimsical notes on them, half-sighed and half-spoken. You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone, or something like that. The Edge is home purely because that’s where her friends are, and this is where she first laid her weary head. The Basin is automatically out, because no one wants a Yael-sicle on their hands, and she would be utterly and completely miserable there for three quarters of the year. But the Throat? The Throat has… potential. Maybe she’ll end up with a winter home and a summer home.
Their conversation then turns to the Gods, and she has to agree that the Seer has a point. Nodding, her face knits into a thoughtful expression and she reveals a little tidbit she hadn’t known might be important. “T’at makes sense. I vas recently vit two friends from ze Basin, and ve met ze God of Time. Xe looked.. Very vorn down. Veary. As eef xe vere xard at vork on somet’ing. Ve talked about ze reef and eef Kaos might xaf treecked us again vit describing t’is vorld… but t’ey said t’ey checked t’at already.” Her slim shoulders roll in their own shrug and she fluffs her feathers around her ribs. “Eef xe ees going to do some’ting, I vonder vhat xe ees vaiting for…”
It doesn’t seem likely that the Xelovians would drop their guard any time soon.
A whicker and coo call her attention to an approaching duo, and Yael recognizes the mare from the fire near the Heart Caves. “Shalom,” she offers quietly, and with a gentle smile. “Velcome, Amaris. I am Yael, also a Pheelosopher.”
And so two becomes three - and still they wait for the Moon.
No, Yael might as well be a nun. Or a buddhist monk. Or some strange, asexual, off-limits priestess with no mind for anything but scholarly pursuits. So in other words: no fun.
“I’ve spent most of my life een vone desert or anozer. Eet vould be nice to be t’ere again, eef t’ey agree.” Her words carry whimsical notes on them, half-sighed and half-spoken. You don’t know what you’ve got until it’s gone, or something like that. The Edge is home purely because that’s where her friends are, and this is where she first laid her weary head. The Basin is automatically out, because no one wants a Yael-sicle on their hands, and she would be utterly and completely miserable there for three quarters of the year. But the Throat? The Throat has… potential. Maybe she’ll end up with a winter home and a summer home.
Their conversation then turns to the Gods, and she has to agree that the Seer has a point. Nodding, her face knits into a thoughtful expression and she reveals a little tidbit she hadn’t known might be important. “T’at makes sense. I vas recently vit two friends from ze Basin, and ve met ze God of Time. Xe looked.. Very vorn down. Veary. As eef xe vere xard at vork on somet’ing. Ve talked about ze reef and eef Kaos might xaf treecked us again vit describing t’is vorld… but t’ey said t’ey checked t’at already.” Her slim shoulders roll in their own shrug and she fluffs her feathers around her ribs. “Eef xe ees going to do some’ting, I vonder vhat xe ees vaiting for…”
It doesn’t seem likely that the Xelovians would drop their guard any time soon.
A whicker and coo call her attention to an approaching duo, and Yael recognizes the mare from the fire near the Heart Caves. “Shalom,” she offers quietly, and with a gentle smile. “Velcome, Amaris. I am Yael, also a Pheelosopher.”
And so two becomes three - and still they wait for the Moon.
Yael
a lover of the light
@Isopia @Amaris
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