12-25-2016, 03:44 AM
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Truthfully, she shouldn't still have childish wonder. Her mother was a foul, loathsome creature that abused her. It built character, she though, as most of her children were useless louts and she wanted them to do more. Grow. Be something. She thought abusing Ajatar would let out the feral beast that slunk just below the surface and threatened to break through and reign in Beqanna once and for all. This proved untrue, the girl was still wide eyed with wonder.
She is nothing but friendly to the mare - Rhae - because it doesn't occur to her that anyone would be rude to her. Frightened, perhaps - her grandfather was terrified of her. Her mother pretended not to be, but Ajatar wasn't hopeful. This mare seemed to be shy, perhaps, but she had no reason to be afraid of the scaled girl. She hadn't seen what she could do.
"I am Ajatar," she greets in her childish voice, crossing the brook to be on the same shore at the mare. She looks down at her legs then, the scales displaced by the healed boil. She didn't have magic, or immortality, but her boils were self inflicted and didn't seem to hurt as much as others. Her mothers healed much, much slower. Ajatar was not immune, but it wasn't nearly as foul.
"Oh, yes, I'm fine. It happens when I get mad." She doesn't elaborate. Childish wonder or no, she's associated her ability to bring about...well, something...with fear. She didn't want her new friend to fear her. "Do you live here?" she asks brightly.
She is nothing but friendly to the mare - Rhae - because it doesn't occur to her that anyone would be rude to her. Frightened, perhaps - her grandfather was terrified of her. Her mother pretended not to be, but Ajatar wasn't hopeful. This mare seemed to be shy, perhaps, but she had no reason to be afraid of the scaled girl. She hadn't seen what she could do.
"I am Ajatar," she greets in her childish voice, crossing the brook to be on the same shore at the mare. She looks down at her legs then, the scales displaced by the healed boil. She didn't have magic, or immortality, but her boils were self inflicted and didn't seem to hurt as much as others. Her mothers healed much, much slower. Ajatar was not immune, but it wasn't nearly as foul.
"Oh, yes, I'm fine. It happens when I get mad." She doesn't elaborate. Childish wonder or no, she's associated her ability to bring about...well, something...with fear. She didn't want her new friend to fear her. "Do you live here?" she asks brightly.