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05-24-2017, 03:27 PM
EVEcuriosity killed the cat
Eve is a bit surprised when Weaver bursts into laughter; she didn’t pin her as the serious type, exactly, but somehow the sound still feels unexpected, unprompted, although she knows that it has to have been caused by her comment. Eve finds that she likes the sound of her laughter, though, and smiles cheerfully in turn. She prances up to follow the woman as she begins to walk in, presumably, the direction of the Basin, ears twitching to catch her words as she asks if the girl would prefer to walk or fly to the Basin. She glances back at her wings for a fraction of a second, then looks back at Weaver. “Flying’s fine,” She says, a bit reluctantly. A large part of Eve does want the “grand tour,” as she’d put it, but an even larger part of her is desperate to stretch her cramped wings. She consoles herself in the knowledge that she’d have plenty of time to explore in the future. Weaver adds that the Basin has a “weird history” with Pegasi, but she doesn’t seem keen to elaborate on what that weird history is – she supposes that it doesn’t really matter. The past is in the past, and all. (She ignores that her mother always said the same thing about her father, and his specter seemed to haunt her all the time.) She spreads her wings and follows just behind Weaver, the ground falling away beneath her hooves. Weaver points out various landmarks along the way, and Eve listens intently; she swallows down approximately half a million questions in the interest in taking her surroundings in, rather than dissecting them. There would be time for that later.
The ground grows rocky and dry, and the air becomes frigid. Eve finds herself shivering beneath her thin coat, cognizant for the first time of the fact that both of her parents come from deserts – she doesn’t find the sensation unpleasant yet, instead reveling in its newness, but she imagines that it will start to wear on her eventually. Weaver lands, and she follows just behind her, landing in the slush of ice and snow just a bit awkwardly. It isn’t quite like solid ground. She marvels in her surroundings, taking in the full expanse of the mountains, and follows Weaver into the Basin in a somewhat uncharacteristic silence. Weaver asks her what she thinks of the Basin, and she manages to tear her eyes from the landscape to look back at the other mare, a slightly giddy, awed grin stretching across her lips. “It’s magnificent,” She says eagerly, "More magnificent than I could have ever imagined." Granted, with her limited scope of experience, it wasn't that difficult to amaze Eve, but she imagined that she'd find the Basin beautiful even if she were a more seasoned traveler.
The ground grows rocky and dry, and the air becomes frigid. Eve finds herself shivering beneath her thin coat, cognizant for the first time of the fact that both of her parents come from deserts – she doesn’t find the sensation unpleasant yet, instead reveling in its newness, but she imagines that it will start to wear on her eventually. Weaver lands, and she follows just behind her, landing in the slush of ice and snow just a bit awkwardly. It isn’t quite like solid ground. She marvels in her surroundings, taking in the full expanse of the mountains, and follows Weaver into the Basin in a somewhat uncharacteristic silence. Weaver asks her what she thinks of the Basin, and she manages to tear her eyes from the landscape to look back at the other mare, a slightly giddy, awed grin stretching across her lips. “It’s magnificent,” She says eagerly, "More magnificent than I could have ever imagined." Granted, with her limited scope of experience, it wasn't that difficult to amaze Eve, but she imagined that she'd find the Basin beautiful even if she were a more seasoned traveler.
but satisfaction brought it back
@Weaver <3
-Please tag Eve! - No permission is required to do anything to Eve short of permanently maiming/killing her
