There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
Fortunately she does not frighten easily. When one has experienced death, there is no longer much of anything to find frightening in life. She understands much better now how very temporary everything here is. Not that she wouldn’t strive to make something of herself. She has to live here after all, quite possibly for many, many years.
Both mares leave off their play to turn their gazes in her direction when she speaks. She recognizes now the light-hearted nature of their antics. When the yellow and white mare had responded in kind, it had become patently obvious. She speaks first, introducing herself and the other woman as she swiftly switches gears from playful jousting to smooth cordiality. Tipping her finely sculpted head slightly, Joscelin regards her quietly, golden gaze intent.
The gray mare speaks then, inquiring after her name. She shifts her head slightly as her eyes find Lagertha, studying her as closely as she had Rhy. She doesn’t smile (it has been a long time since she has truly smiled), but she does school her expression into something hopefully more pleasant.
I’m Joscelin.
She pauses for a moment as she considers her next words.
I hope I didn’t interrupt. I’m trying to get to know the jungle a bit better. I didn’t realize you guys were here.
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria