04-30-2020, 03:01 PM
My ears tip back and forth, dismissive. He isn't telling me anything I don't already know. That he's taken his time in finding me is an irritation, but I've done my part, played the good little prisoner, and I'm over it. A hard shell drops over my eyes, cool as his own frigid demeanor.
I shrug, bored with his lack of reaction. "What brings you here, then? Run out of foals to terrorize?" I ask, letting my gaze wander past him. I can at least say of this whole endeavor that my curiosity has been far beyond sated. I know what Pangea looks like, and I know what lives in it. Very little of it impresses me.
A brief, dusty laugh pulls from my throat at his jab, my eyes rolling disdainful. "Well, no one's ever accused me of being too clever, so I don't know why you're surprised." The smile turns vicious when he corrects my tawdry naming of his sister. "Dove," I repeat, letting the word slip off my tongue like spittle. "My, your parents were right on the nose, weren't they?" I giggle at the clear separation of light and dark the pair's parentage had bred. "Poor, sweet Dove. She can only be doing so well living here, with a monster for a brother. I was only trying to help her, you know. To show her that theres more to life than dust bowls and tumbleweeds." I shrugged again, each dull feather catching the light.
I huffed a gusty exhale, red dust stirring before the blow. "Just as well. If she's been this malnourished all her life, I doubt she'd know what to do with that kind of freedom." My head throws back in a breezy 'what can you do' kind of gesture. "Anything else? Or did you just drop by for a little small talk. I know stimulating conversation must be hard to come by here." A look of pity crosses my brow, the bravado I'm feeding him running on irritation and the insufferable need to make him uncomfortable. As if I weren't already paying for that particular urge.
@[draco]
I shrug, bored with his lack of reaction. "What brings you here, then? Run out of foals to terrorize?" I ask, letting my gaze wander past him. I can at least say of this whole endeavor that my curiosity has been far beyond sated. I know what Pangea looks like, and I know what lives in it. Very little of it impresses me.
A brief, dusty laugh pulls from my throat at his jab, my eyes rolling disdainful. "Well, no one's ever accused me of being too clever, so I don't know why you're surprised." The smile turns vicious when he corrects my tawdry naming of his sister. "Dove," I repeat, letting the word slip off my tongue like spittle. "My, your parents were right on the nose, weren't they?" I giggle at the clear separation of light and dark the pair's parentage had bred. "Poor, sweet Dove. She can only be doing so well living here, with a monster for a brother. I was only trying to help her, you know. To show her that theres more to life than dust bowls and tumbleweeds." I shrugged again, each dull feather catching the light.
I huffed a gusty exhale, red dust stirring before the blow. "Just as well. If she's been this malnourished all her life, I doubt she'd know what to do with that kind of freedom." My head throws back in a breezy 'what can you do' kind of gesture. "Anything else? Or did you just drop by for a little small talk. I know stimulating conversation must be hard to come by here." A look of pity crosses my brow, the bravado I'm feeding him running on irritation and the insufferable need to make him uncomfortable. As if I weren't already paying for that particular urge.
@[draco]