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07-19-2012, 09:23 PM
A nervous smile breaks on the pale face of Onni, as the silence drags into a long moment. The dark bodied mare looks toward the even darker figure of the colt, as if they have a silent dialogue between the two of them, probably about her being so foolish. Her blue eyes drop to the ground momentarily, the yellowed grasses with a dry crunch as she shifts her hoofs. The light eyes move upward when she hears the mare speak, her voice mournful almost. A questioning glint is adopted into the once self-conscious eyes, but Onni manages to keep from asking what would surely be a rude question. Instead, her eyes dance over to the small figure of the boy, who is surprisingly looking at her with warmer eyes than she had seen staring at Rishima. He obviously makes no attempt to proffer a name, which contradicts the expression of interest in his face. Of course, Onni might be making false judgments about his thoughts; she could be overly confident in her ability to draw in others. "It is nice to meet you, Rishima," Onni says, her gaze finding its way back to the silver maned mare. Her lips tug up at the ends, the jovial expression almost natural to the pale face of the tobiano. She was rarely in a dark mood like the other mare. Another lull of silence forms between the trio, broken by a snort that Onni does not believe is meant for her. As it begins growing again, Rishima draws up another question, shortly followed by the racket of tripping, causing Onni's face to snap in the black colt's direction. He seems to have caught himself before tumbling into the yellow grass, staring into the earth with all the intensity of the sun above - determined not to meet the eyes of his company. The tobiano is kind, letting out a small giggle before asking the motherly question you might expect: "Are you alright?" But the boy is already retreating to the river, as if to physically answer the question posed by Rishima. As he drinks, Onni takes the time to answer the question for herself. "The heat drove me out of the sky for now, I'm afraid. I saw a spring and though to take a drink before making my way home on foot." The painted girl does not seem especially concerned with having to walk, and she isn't. In fact, Onni often found herself more comfortable walking. Flying was simply a quicker form of travel, and being outside in the summer heat was not very pleasant. By the end of her small speech, the colt turns his head back to face them, dripping with fresh water. His feverish movements are quite charming, and they draw out a matching grin from Onni. A jaunty trot brings the tobiano up to his side by the swish of his black tail, dipping her own lips into the sweet, cool water upon the ground. She will definitely have to tell Lyhty about this when she returns home. "" |
