11-09-2019, 07:25 PM
Starbrow is not a warrior.
Most observers probably do not need that pointed out to them, however, because where the grulla is sharp and wary, everything about Starbrow is soft. The brightness of the little black's mare's grin is untarnished by the scolding, though it is not clear, at first, that it is intended mostly - if not only - for the curly-ear stallion. She ignores the strangeness of their situation, her fore-hoof still dangling in the air, petting the tops of the flowers that surround them. She curls her neck, nose dropping so that she can whisper into their petals that they are good and pretty flowers, and she likes them very much.
If the flowers answer back, it's unlikely that anyone else hears them, and the ebony mare chuckles secretively, before turning again to the mare and stallion. To the stallion and Nikkai.
"Oh, Nikkai, I like your lines." Lines. She means the mare's scars. An odd compliment, but genuine, Starbrow has no dishonesty in her. Sometimes she forgets, but forgetting is different from lying. The twisted hair of her tail catches in the blooms that awoke around them just before she saw the mouse-grey mare, their petals pulling away and clinging to the witch-knots of her mane.
But she is ignoring someone! Starbrow looks again the the black-and-white stallion. His markings are strange and glorious. She herself has nothing so fancy, only a wide, smiling, star that shines between her eyes and gives her her name.
"Starbrow!"
Nobody asked her name, but she offers it anyway, to them, to the wind, to the flowers. To the small spotted lizard that watches them so carefully. She reaches out as though she will kiss it right on it's scaled head, but as soon as she does so it becomes Other. Not a lizard. A horse! She squeals, jumping away from the unexpected transition with a slowness that would no doubt make Nikkai apoplectic. Dark ears fall aslant as they catch his words.
"Are we too loud?" she whispers, head and neck lowering to nearly chest height as though she can make herself quieter by making herself less tall, "Is this better?"
Most observers probably do not need that pointed out to them, however, because where the grulla is sharp and wary, everything about Starbrow is soft. The brightness of the little black's mare's grin is untarnished by the scolding, though it is not clear, at first, that it is intended mostly - if not only - for the curly-ear stallion. She ignores the strangeness of their situation, her fore-hoof still dangling in the air, petting the tops of the flowers that surround them. She curls her neck, nose dropping so that she can whisper into their petals that they are good and pretty flowers, and she likes them very much.
If the flowers answer back, it's unlikely that anyone else hears them, and the ebony mare chuckles secretively, before turning again to the mare and stallion. To the stallion and Nikkai.
"Oh, Nikkai, I like your lines." Lines. She means the mare's scars. An odd compliment, but genuine, Starbrow has no dishonesty in her. Sometimes she forgets, but forgetting is different from lying. The twisted hair of her tail catches in the blooms that awoke around them just before she saw the mouse-grey mare, their petals pulling away and clinging to the witch-knots of her mane.
But she is ignoring someone! Starbrow looks again the the black-and-white stallion. His markings are strange and glorious. She herself has nothing so fancy, only a wide, smiling, star that shines between her eyes and gives her her name.
"Starbrow!"
Nobody asked her name, but she offers it anyway, to them, to the wind, to the flowers. To the small spotted lizard that watches them so carefully. She reaches out as though she will kiss it right on it's scaled head, but as soon as she does so it becomes Other. Not a lizard. A horse! She squeals, jumping away from the unexpected transition with a slowness that would no doubt make Nikkai apoplectic. Dark ears fall aslant as they catch his words.
"Are we too loud?" she whispers, head and neck lowering to nearly chest height as though she can make herself quieter by making herself less tall, "Is this better?"
Starbrow
Stars and shadows ain't good to see by
@[Nikkai]