Watching him as he huffed and puffed in fury unsettled her a bit. Why was such a young foal so angry? Her cocky expression had softened quickly as she pined over what she had just done. Throwing the water in his face was kind of childish. Even if he sort of deserved it. "I'm sorry," was all she could manage to say at the moment...
Suddenly and without warning the droplets fell like a spring rain back into the pond. She watched as they fell apart and regrouped together. Once again it was just her. Proving she had just as little control over her gift as he had. Maybe it had been the threat of danger that brought on their formation at her sides...
"You are right. I don't deserve them." Her gaze fell in disappointment. Her coat dampened by the drops that had splashed upon her. Some still clinging to her ebony tassels as she flicked them free. She knew of traits but was, until the latest happenings, unaware she even possessed one. Her curiousity growing of what it could be for. Maybe she would try again... Another time...
Dark eyes lifted and returned to look at the colt. "My name's Azazelle by the way. You like the water too?" Where she lived bordered the seas and she often was found wading in the waves, "You'd like Pangea. There is an entire ocean." Her ears flickered to the sides as she spoke. Thoughts that maybe the colt was looking for a home entered her mind. He was strong enough to survive Pangea that she was sure...
Azazelle
Will you catch me if I fall?