Kataclysm was sweating, and it didn’t seem to stop whether they paused, or moved, or talked or anything. She liked the place well enough but she wished she could adapt faster. It is really hard to focus when she could feel the sweat rolling down her sides, chest, and legs. She chuckled at Aoi’s retort about the jungle. And she repeated it in an affirmation, ”Not for the faint of heart indeed.” She followed the patched mare for a while, weaving through trees, and vines until they cleared and opened to a watering hole.
The black mare went and took a greedy drink, she may be fit but heat isn’t something she had conditioned for. Her dark features reflected off the cool water and she closed her eyes to shield herself from the reflection of her glowing star. Aoi finished first and asked her about ranks. Kat raised her head up and pinched her ears back. ”I know the gist of it….or more so I know how it worked just after the Valley War. So, my view may be skewed. Basically be useful, recruit and work to better your kingdom and you are rewarded with rank, that’s it right? Or if you were me as a kid- be born with fabulous gifts, and not just a light that comes out your head” Her voice grew bitter as she spoke. Kat cared not if her escort noticed; her history was nothing secret so she didn’t bother hiding her feelings about anything.
Kat fell silent she didn’t really know what to say. She was really good at existing on the outside, it was simple everyone was at an arms length. On the outside she could be crass, outspoken, and rather unlikeable and id didn’t matter. But now, she wasn’t on the outside, but she definitely wasn’t on the inside either. She knew that if she were to stay here she had to bend a little. The black mare doubted she would ever be a posh polished and polite sort, but she didn’t want to be the “only tolerated one.” She had been that one for so long as a child, but now she wanted more, but she didn’t know really how to be the friendly sort. How did one act when they wanted to exist inside?
{ Kataclysm }
Me and God? We don't get along well.
ooc: sorry for the wait! Kat muse is on short supply.