05-07-2020, 04:03 PM
While she waited, Breckin pondered what the chances were that this visitor might be another child of hers, or rather, if they might claim to be another child of hers. She loathes to admit it, but that last encounter had shaken her more than she had led that poor bloke to believe - some part of her had been struck by hazy familiarity. For days after the ragged mare had considered what he had said, weighing the claims against her heart on a rigged scale. The balance was so skewed, so heavily tipped in favor of poignant uncertainty, that she had let those stacked beliefs of his fall and scatter. But they wouldn’t be forgotten entirely, just tucked away for another day, for when and if sweet lady veritas should ever show her fickle face again.
But he is nothing like she had envisioned her visitor to be when he breaks away from the treeline. Blue lines atop gold and green eyes that seemed intent on making her believe she’d tried to find answers in them before. His presence pulled the dull ache in her head out with a sudden jolt, matching the tempo of her heart with every pounding beat. The surprise is enough to make her wince lightly, though she is quick to recover and deliberately suppresses the annoyance, moving to fully ignore it when his voice cuts through the murk.
“Hmm, you’re right,” she mused slowly, casting a sweeping glance over and up, stopping to marvel at the barren limbs and the harsh winter winds that moved them to sway. They creaked and clamored against each other almost hollowly, spilling a grey dusting of snow across her narrow back. Sugar dusted and mildly perturbed by the chilling assault - particularly by a hefty clod of snow that had landed atop her poll and stayed there - her dark gaze searched for his, “It is quite cozy.” Nevermind the fact that she was far more depleted than she’d initially assessed - that ceaseless traveling had taken its toll, and this aging girl wasn’t made of the same brand of vim and vigor that she used to be.
When he bobs his head in her direction, it takes her foggy brain a second to catch up, following up his indication with an absent, “Oh. That.” Her head lowers, and when it does she can just make out the falling trail of blood as her head tilts simultaneously, “Just a monthly maintenance check to make sure I’m still alive,” she replies, sweeping the infliction off as though it were nothing. But a slightly amused smile tussles at the corner of her mouth when her attention shifts back to him, and though the grin doesn’t bloom beyond a flat line, a telltale curiosity reflects in her eyes when she pries, “I can’t really remedy it myself, unfortunately. Why do you mention it? Does seeing me like this make you uncomfortable?”
@[Wolfbane]
But he is nothing like she had envisioned her visitor to be when he breaks away from the treeline. Blue lines atop gold and green eyes that seemed intent on making her believe she’d tried to find answers in them before. His presence pulled the dull ache in her head out with a sudden jolt, matching the tempo of her heart with every pounding beat. The surprise is enough to make her wince lightly, though she is quick to recover and deliberately suppresses the annoyance, moving to fully ignore it when his voice cuts through the murk.
“Hmm, you’re right,” she mused slowly, casting a sweeping glance over and up, stopping to marvel at the barren limbs and the harsh winter winds that moved them to sway. They creaked and clamored against each other almost hollowly, spilling a grey dusting of snow across her narrow back. Sugar dusted and mildly perturbed by the chilling assault - particularly by a hefty clod of snow that had landed atop her poll and stayed there - her dark gaze searched for his, “It is quite cozy.” Nevermind the fact that she was far more depleted than she’d initially assessed - that ceaseless traveling had taken its toll, and this aging girl wasn’t made of the same brand of vim and vigor that she used to be.
When he bobs his head in her direction, it takes her foggy brain a second to catch up, following up his indication with an absent, “Oh. That.” Her head lowers, and when it does she can just make out the falling trail of blood as her head tilts simultaneously, “Just a monthly maintenance check to make sure I’m still alive,” she replies, sweeping the infliction off as though it were nothing. But a slightly amused smile tussles at the corner of her mouth when her attention shifts back to him, and though the grin doesn’t bloom beyond a flat line, a telltale curiosity reflects in her eyes when she pries, “I can’t really remedy it myself, unfortunately. Why do you mention it? Does seeing me like this make you uncomfortable?”
@[Wolfbane]
