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[Dovev] Lanterns burning in the night. - Briella - 10-19-2018 Hours had passed since the girl, all wobbly legged and exhausted, had broken through the tall grass and thick briars. Stepping one way and another, bounding when she could and allowing the spring steps to leap small sticks and branches- even rocks. Not so fragile as a newborn but not sure enough on her legs to suggest time spent walking, Briella fretted when she began to tumble and her small body crashed down to the hard dirt ground. Weakly she cried out, but there was no response from anyone and instead she was forced to bleat and to whimper, to pick herself up and begin again. Thirst touches her lips and she finds herself glancing back to the strange brush that she’d wandered through. Wild roses and ceaseless vines all tangles in moss and stone and the plants were thick enough that as she turned and started back towards them: she bounced off and back, stumbling and staring at it- at them. “Let me back in.” she states, a leg thumping the ground and her ears pressed back. There is yield though, and she is unable to bridge the gap between where she had been and where she was now… and so, she frets and kicks- tries too, but mostly falls. Thus she listens and hears the sound of something running, of a tumultuous force of nature she remembers but knows nothing about. Turning and walking she guides herself through the reaches of warrens and wilds, and all the way through the forests and meadows with a boldness and profound newness to the world: a naivety she is unable to hide. With that same attitude however, she approaches the river and the rushing water and sniffs: lowers her nose and touches the surface. Tentative and shivering at the cold she steps down from the bank and submerges her hoof, splashing and backing up as the current pulls. Briella is fascinated, enticed and beguiled, her eyes blinking and without ceremony she lowers her head again but dunks her nose this time and tries to imitate the desire to drink as instinct drives her. The filly jerks back, tumbles and snorts water, coughs and shakes her head as she gathers herself: a scowl dampening her expression. “Bad.” she says, weak and strained. @[Dovev] / @[Toli] RE: [Dovev] Lanterns burning in the night. - Dovev - 10-20-2018 dovev we're slaves to any semblance of touch Lord, we should quit but we love it too much just your neighborhood good samaritan :| nothin to see here RE: [Dovev] Lanterns burning in the night. - Briella - 10-20-2018 There is still a moment of exasperation, of struggle and of consequence- her nostrils flaring the water dripping as she snorts and coughs. Unable to speak in the bursts of it, she is forced to wait until all her little lungs settle and she simple feels a great wetness on her snout. Shaken by the result she barely notices the sound of splashing, of anything remotely outside of her direct surrounding; but the voice grasps her attention more so, and the faint scent of blood, too, makes her look directly at the larger stallion. “Pell…?” she states, questions more so, but fades off: those wide eyes staring at bone and blood and at the strange markings on his body with intrigue and childlike curiosity. “Not Pell.” she continues, her tiny ears flickering as listens and takes moments to decipher his very words. Scared as she was, it didn’t show, and she noted the pale bone covering his face and all the strangeness of him: reaching that tiny snout as he got closer and trying to tap the very bone on his face and to sniff. Her voice is weak, and no doubt she herself is weak, the fragile body shaking and her spindly legs giving out at a point to allow her to tumble backwards into an awkward sitting position. “Momma?” she bleats, blinking and looking around suddenly. “Momma? No.” lacking the words for it, she understands the question but knows not how to answer and so she very suddenly slides down and lays on her side- tiny body flat and breath held as she looks up at him. Quieter, suddenly, and speaking with a softness that carried the hint of a sob. “Momma. This.” death is no mystery to her, and less now. With unease she gets to her feet, scrambling and balancing as she can. The stockings dusty and dirt covered, and bits of bramble and nettle cling in the silvery mane and tail… no matter how short of puffy it was. He touches her and she freezes, but more so out of shock, her small head canting to the side and eyes peering at him with profound wonder. He asks questions, speaks, and she deciphers; but to Briella she is silently imitating words and sounds. As if instinct she does walk, not away from him however, and steps around him with abandon to survey his belly and ribs: to peer and wander just a foot or so to the side to stare at the wild roses. Her gaze travels back and she notes what blood remained, and the color of the flowers, her tiny mind putting senseless things together and the coppery smell makes her wrinkle her nose before she steps back towards his and reaches up with intense unknowing. “Briella.” she speaks, remembering the last words of the creature she’d left behind- the mare whose breath left her with a name just as the lights faded from her eyes. Recalling brief conversations with Expelliarmus, she strings words and sentences: begins to speak, or try to. “Ate, tried.” and to the point her head lowers, young teeth grasping at the grass and chewing before she swallowed the small mouthful: her ears flopping to the sides and small tail flicking as she scowled at the greenery. “Bluh.” it’s more of a sound than a word, and she looks to Dovev expectantly or at least with fixated attention. “Not-Pell, who?” she asks, polite but loud, a fragile leg scratching the ground and her tiny frame drifting closer as she wanders up with little regard. @[Dovev] RE: [Dovev] Lanterns burning in the night. - Dovev - 10-20-2018 dovev we're slaves to any semblance of touch Lord, we should quit but we love it too much RE: [Dovev] Lanterns burning in the night. - Briella - 10-21-2018 Prone to whimsy, there is a moment where her body sways akin to a flower in a breeze and much like it- she bends and walks to balance herself. To her credit, she can feel the stare, the way he watches and how he seems content to stand while she moves and traverses small distances between himself and the foliage. Soft purple and faintly pink she stares at the groupings of clover among the baby’s breath, onion grass, periwinkle, and moss: her small nose brushing it as she sniffs and vocalizes a sort of huff. Familiar to it, the lips and soft-teeth are quick to bite and she nibbles on the clover specifically: even a wild growing tulip; but the irony is that she takes the flower itself directly and leaves the stem. Explorative while he ponders she makes faces and grunts at different things, turning to look him over when he starts to speak. Twisting herself she turns, and her back legs slide into the briars. Thought she doesn’t cry out she does take extra moments to shake and try to detangle the spidery legs from the grasping thorns and vines- kicking a few times as she steps forward with the same greenery now tangled around her limbs. His words carry a great deal of information and she listens, her small mind putting pieces together and trying to understand. Concept she grasps, but detail, she lacks and so there is a reaction in her ears pressing backwards and head tilting, all the while her body shrinks and she slowly bends down as if unsure and preparing to spring like a rabbit or deer. “Go where?” she speaks up, babbling a moment and nonspecific as to what her question could mean. In time though she stands slowly again, still prepared to run but less likely to. Briella of course takes little time in waiting to speak, even cut off. “King Pell? Gone.” she realizes it in the moment, Expelliarmus is gone and whoever this man is means to do as he had before: to watch her, perhaps even. She recalls some memory of her former caretaker, and even of the Forsaken Valley and how she might’ve been a Princess; but now she seems to pay more attention to Dovev, overcome by reality. “No home. Help.” she warbles, his offers she knows- order more like it, but there is a small swallow to push the metaphorical lump down her throat and she chokes up in a slight sob that turns to sigh. “Okay.” and with acceptance she walks forward in clear steps, letting Dovev touch her shoulder- ruffle the mane, and even stand closer than he had. “Dovev.” she murmurs softly, sounding out the name and peering up at him to take advantage of this moment, her small nose reaching up and brushing the bony plate. Luke warm and firm she does not know what to think of it, and simply continues trying to communicate, “Flowerrr.” unintentionally she rolls the ‘r’ at the end, her ears flopping and much smaller body staying close, in fact so much that as she lowers her head Briella is able to begin to weave between his forelimbs and position herself to be an awkward roadblock that peered out from his side. “Food? Belly, grrr.” the word she does not know and so she makes a sound. @[Dovev] god save him from this child |