She almost missed his stare at her feet and was confused with his response at first. Her head tilted slightly, a smile still playing on her lips from the confusion. But then she recalled where his eyes had just come from and she can’t help but laugh. Nice? That word had certainly never been used to describe her talons before. Was he into that sort of thing? Or maybe he was really just that odd. Either way it struck her as funny.
“They haven’t been too nice in the past, but I suppose they have their good points.” A sort of sadness creeps into her golden eyes to recall days where the bird-like appendages had been blood soaked. She could still remember the way it felt to tear into flesh; both in battle and…otherwise. But she didn’t want to think about that today. Instead she digs said talons into the soft earth below and enjoys the way it feels cool and reassuring.
She finds herself nodding in understanding when he explains his living situation. She was familiar with this lifestyle after all, even if it wasn’t normally her style. But how to answer his question. She had anticipated it as a natural follow-up to her own, but now that it came to it she was not ready to answer. “Well…” she begins tentatively “I’m from here. I lived here a long time ago.” Now, she knows she doesn’t really look that old; no silver hairs in her bay pelt to give it away. But maybe a fatigue hidden in her eyes that betrays her. “I just came back. I’m not sure where I’ll go from here.” And wasn’t that the truth.
She takes a closer look at her companion now, as if maybe the answers to her uncertainty were hiding on him somehow. Instead her gaze comes to rest on his lip, split in such an unusual way. Maybe it was her background in battle, or maybe just her nativity to such natural deformities but she assumed the split was some healed battle wound. He doesn’t look like much of a war horse, so maybe he was attacked? “Mind if I ask how that happened to your lip?” She asks quietly, hoping not to offend him. It seems their conversation has been pretty fragile so far, so she is concerned that such an invasion of privacy might take it too close to its end.
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