02-20-2025, 12:47 PM
The horse below looks up at her and speaks as though he expects her to answer, and Mafdet becomes as still as stone. Does he know what she is? Does he speak to animals as if they will answer? The oddities of this place have made it easy for her to blend in, and she has always been good at keeping to the shadows.
Making the decision to not hide, Mafdet then sits up on the branch, feeling secure in her altitude. Large, luminous eyes peer imperiously down at the earthbound creature beneath her, and she answers casually before licking at an already impeccably clean orange paw:
“I’ve never gotten along well with elk.”
Placing the paw back down on the branch, she lowers herself again so as to get a better look at the piebald stallion, her tail returning to its casual flicking.
“Or horses for that matter.”
Yet despite her disinterested tone and the words she speaks, she does not tear her sky blue eyes from the horse below her. The scurrying sounds of a squirrel in a nearby tree draws only one turned orange ear, which quickly flicks back to the stranger below her.
Making the decision to not hide, Mafdet then sits up on the branch, feeling secure in her altitude. Large, luminous eyes peer imperiously down at the earthbound creature beneath her, and she answers casually before licking at an already impeccably clean orange paw:
“I’ve never gotten along well with elk.”
Placing the paw back down on the branch, she lowers herself again so as to get a better look at the piebald stallion, her tail returning to its casual flicking.
“Or horses for that matter.”
Yet despite her disinterested tone and the words she speaks, she does not tear her sky blue eyes from the horse below her. The scurrying sounds of a squirrel in a nearby tree draws only one turned orange ear, which quickly flicks back to the stranger below her.