The sound of a nicker alerts her to the oncoming stranger. She turns, ears pressed forward from a tangled mess of brassy mane. Phesque may be lost, but as she meets Dawn’s gaze there is something in the liquid amber of her eyes – a look, if you will – a kind of brazen self-assurance she maintains despite the chaos and confusion that had brought her here. “You might,” she responds, then pauses as introductions are made. “Phesque.” She brings a brief smile to her lips before she plunges on.
“I need to know the quickest way to get back to Tephra from here.” Wherever here is, she thinks to herself dismissively. Besides being inadvertently teleported to a strange land in the middle of a war waged upon her birthplace, there aren’t many things that Phesque finds daunting – so she isn’t at all bothered by the fact that she must tilt her head back to look the palomino mare over with bold eyes. Though still young, the soft edges of her childhood are fading fast. There is a sleekness to her now that whispers of womanhood, and in the midday light the white-flecked copper of her skin practically gleams.
Having completed her cursory inspection, Phesque adds as if on second thought, “Are there any wolves around?” If there were, perhaps the porthole had landed her near her father’s pack. He needed to know what had happened, though he would be furious to hear it. Yet while Phesque had gleaned that this hunt meant something more to him for some reason, she also knew that nothing was more important to Daemron than family.
@[Dawn] never apologize for giving me such wonderful affy words <3333
“I need to know the quickest way to get back to Tephra from here.” Wherever here is, she thinks to herself dismissively. Besides being inadvertently teleported to a strange land in the middle of a war waged upon her birthplace, there aren’t many things that Phesque finds daunting – so she isn’t at all bothered by the fact that she must tilt her head back to look the palomino mare over with bold eyes. Though still young, the soft edges of her childhood are fading fast. There is a sleekness to her now that whispers of womanhood, and in the midday light the white-flecked copper of her skin practically gleams.
Having completed her cursory inspection, Phesque adds as if on second thought, “Are there any wolves around?” If there were, perhaps the porthole had landed her near her father’s pack. He needed to know what had happened, though he would be furious to hear it. Yet while Phesque had gleaned that this hunt meant something more to him for some reason, she also knew that nothing was more important to Daemron than family.
@[Dawn] never apologize for giving me such wonderful affy words <3333