06-18-2015, 11:59 AM
OOC: No problem, it's fine! She's certainly interesting 
She'd met a fair few in her time. Some large, some small in character, some as strange as the wildflowers that grow as you enter the valley, it was the veins of magic, Azula was sure, that did it. Made them radiate strange hues, strange spindles and thorns. The chestnut mare gave a curious eye to the bay, a raised proverbial brow, but she said no more, she was mildly certain she was dealing with a mare that was perhaps a few apples short of the tree, but Azula was quite fine with that. Many different souls shaped the world, she had seen in her lifetime, many souls indeed. And the bay Arabian was quite interesting to the chestnut mare, she liked interesting, intriguing things. Sort of like the strange girl in the corner of the classroom collecting dead butterflies and strange bones. "Skitz. Skitz Indeed." Azula's voice was low, dark magic and velvet, quaint and smooth. She took a few steps closer, her muzzle dropping to the mare's level (as she was still lower than her, in the hole like some badger.) her glowing gold limbs shifting beneath her, she came right close to the hole, deep. She was certainly a mindful creature, put a lot of effort into.. well, what was the purpose of the hole? "You've put a lot of effort into that." quaint, polite. Her mother had brought her up, not dragged her through the bushes. She was a diplomat by nature, born with a sort of silver tongue and golden lips. "What exactly is it for, might I ask? A tunnel to the end of time?" a curious laugh, gentle and sort of like the crisp autumn breeze. Azula was a curious one by nature, liked to listen, observe. and that she did. Quietly she moved to the other side of Skitz's hole, she gave her own little helpful dig, stomping and pawing at the side. Her lips curved into a smirk. "You'll get tired eventually. There's a place not far from here where you could rest, if you'd like." her orange eyes were aglow then, her smirk broader, her toothy grin a little wider, "Full of magic, wonders. You could do some great things with those feet of yours there. maybe a little... redecorating." always a lady of words, it was always the words. AZULA; the orange eyed, weather manipulating daughter of jackal lantern & calcyfur let's burn something |