Adria
I felt nothing at all, freedom of the fall
The solitude and utter absence of interaction with the other Beqanna inhabitants has left Adria marveling at any and all emotion. Her own have been so restricted and defined that Absenthium, as he calls himself, and the many transitions from confusion to irritation that flash over his face hold all of the water filly’s engrossed attention. She’s forgotten about the wreckage of Taiga and its overgrown woods, her skin is nearly dry again. As her spattered-white legs shift in relaxation, Adria remembers the colts Santana and Drustan being covertly angry but not like this; this pegasus isn’t exactly hostile…
“We just travel.” She speaks, all the edge gone from her voice. Ironically he’d been on the nose about water being something of her pet, though such a thought voiced aloud might irritate the nereid. Her control over the element was dependant on several different factors, so his question required a much more lengthy answer than she was willing to give at the moment. “Nothing too fancy or intense.” The waif-creature explained, smiling gracefully. Simply journeying from Ischia to the inlet they stood by now had diminished her powers.
“If only he knew. Exploring inland would suck me nearly dry.” She thinks, warring over the infernal debate of being able to trust a stranger. For a moment more the young mare examines the ashy markings that blend into the gold of Absenthium’s forehead, and then at last she sighs as well before asking, “Is there a specific reason you came here? Because we could take the path together.” Adria pauses.
“I’ve never been here before, obviously.”
@[Absenthium]