09-21-2018, 01:47 PM
Something didn’t feel right to her. While she couldn’t claim to know Leilan incredibly well, despite their intimicy, he was perhaps the only horse in all of Beqanna that she could say she knew beyond the acquaintance level. It wasn’t just the new scales and other difference in appearance - she saw the way his eyes had changed color, but something about the air that hung around him felt tense and heavy; neither of which were words she would ever use to describe him. There is a look of skepticism on her face at his mention of mountains and fairies, her brow elevating in response. ”The fairies did this?” She still was not sure of Beqanna magic. Some days she still wasn’t even sure that this place was real, and not something her tattered mind had conjured up as a way to deal with the nightmares and day terrors.
But he changes the subject, and hesitantly she follows suit, although she cannot help but to smile at the mention of their bold and beautiful daughter. ”Chryseis is doing wonderful. She still hasn’t slowed down a second.” A wisp of a smile pulls at the edge of her black lips, a hint of humor riding the lyrics of her words as she says, ”She takes after you, mostly. I haven’t decided if that’s good or bad.” She touches her muzzle gently to his shoulder, only for a brief second, her gaze lingering over his own pensive stare as she asks, ”Did the fairies change more than just your appearance? You seem...sad.” She isn’t really sure how else to say it, and so she just says it, quite plainly.
Her dark eyes shift to the bay mare, and she lowers her head apologetically as she says, ”Sorry if I interrupted anything. My name is Briseis, of Hyaline.” Without staring, she cannot help but to notice the telling roundness to her barrel, something that Briseis had endured just last year. She is not one to jump to conclusions, however, since there are far more stallions in Beqanna than just Leilan. If she was more aware of social cues she might have picked up on the way the other mare looked at him, or perhaps the slight tension that seemed to have settled between the bay mare and the stallion, but she remains ignorant.
@[Leilan] @[Roseen]
But he changes the subject, and hesitantly she follows suit, although she cannot help but to smile at the mention of their bold and beautiful daughter. ”Chryseis is doing wonderful. She still hasn’t slowed down a second.” A wisp of a smile pulls at the edge of her black lips, a hint of humor riding the lyrics of her words as she says, ”She takes after you, mostly. I haven’t decided if that’s good or bad.” She touches her muzzle gently to his shoulder, only for a brief second, her gaze lingering over his own pensive stare as she asks, ”Did the fairies change more than just your appearance? You seem...sad.” She isn’t really sure how else to say it, and so she just says it, quite plainly.
Her dark eyes shift to the bay mare, and she lowers her head apologetically as she says, ”Sorry if I interrupted anything. My name is Briseis, of Hyaline.” Without staring, she cannot help but to notice the telling roundness to her barrel, something that Briseis had endured just last year. She is not one to jump to conclusions, however, since there are far more stallions in Beqanna than just Leilan. If she was more aware of social cues she might have picked up on the way the other mare looked at him, or perhaps the slight tension that seemed to have settled between the bay mare and the stallion, but she remains ignorant.
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
@[Leilan] @[Roseen]