10-22-2017, 12:25 PM
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Keeper remains a bastion of calm between the two.
Ryan gives her a somewhat hesitant smile then leans into her offered shoulder as he mentions that he can do something less sensational than shifting into a cat. She’s all ears now, they’re pricked and forward in their attention as her eyes slide between the blue roan mare and him. Then he’s not buckskin and purple, but as blue a roan as Tickaani is and Keeper’s mouth gapes open for a moment before she remembers to shut it before any flies get in or something ridiculous falls out. She has a half-sister with green fur and black points but this is another thing entirely - he can change his color, how amazing is that? He gets another smile from her, one full of that same amazement that clouds her brain.
Tickaani’s snort of startlement clears the fog from her head and she looks at her, just as sympathetic as she had looked at Ryan moments earlier. It is never easy to learn that the inhabitants of this land seemed to have more to them than meets the eye. She’d not have believed it had her own father not had addax horns atop his head or brother the wings of a great snowy owl, or a sister that is green in color. These things seem to fantastical to believe but Keeper is quite familiar with them - too familiar, for all that she is every bit as ordinary as a blade of grass. But the blue roan seems to be having a mite more trouble with even this small demonstration and Keeper instinctively moves closer to her.
Her pale gold shoulder touches the speckled blue and her nose meanders up the mare’s neck even as Tickaani turns her attention to Keeper now. But the little mare just laughs and gives a sad shake of her head, “Absolutely nothing. I might even have believed I was a bit of a disappointment to my family if I did not know how much they loved me regardless of that fact.” Keeper laughs just a little to lighten the mood, she didn’t mind her ordinariness so much - there were other pursuits in this lifetime that kept her quite occupied with no time to mourn the fact that she had nothing half as grand as Ryan did, or her family.
“Not all of us here are like him. More than most are these days but there are still a good number of us that are just horses.” She huffs a few breaths into the dark mane tumbling down Tickaani’s neck until the hairs tickle her nose and she pulls back, stifling a sneeze that has been building after a few seconds of brief nuzzling. “Besides, he still has to eat grass just like us and drink water just like us. He’s just a bit more unique is all.” She flashes a smile at Ryan, still reassuring though she keeps closer to the blue roan whom she thinks needs just a bit more support at the moment since this is such a shock to her.
Ryan gives her a somewhat hesitant smile then leans into her offered shoulder as he mentions that he can do something less sensational than shifting into a cat. She’s all ears now, they’re pricked and forward in their attention as her eyes slide between the blue roan mare and him. Then he’s not buckskin and purple, but as blue a roan as Tickaani is and Keeper’s mouth gapes open for a moment before she remembers to shut it before any flies get in or something ridiculous falls out. She has a half-sister with green fur and black points but this is another thing entirely - he can change his color, how amazing is that? He gets another smile from her, one full of that same amazement that clouds her brain.
Tickaani’s snort of startlement clears the fog from her head and she looks at her, just as sympathetic as she had looked at Ryan moments earlier. It is never easy to learn that the inhabitants of this land seemed to have more to them than meets the eye. She’d not have believed it had her own father not had addax horns atop his head or brother the wings of a great snowy owl, or a sister that is green in color. These things seem to fantastical to believe but Keeper is quite familiar with them - too familiar, for all that she is every bit as ordinary as a blade of grass. But the blue roan seems to be having a mite more trouble with even this small demonstration and Keeper instinctively moves closer to her.
Her pale gold shoulder touches the speckled blue and her nose meanders up the mare’s neck even as Tickaani turns her attention to Keeper now. But the little mare just laughs and gives a sad shake of her head, “Absolutely nothing. I might even have believed I was a bit of a disappointment to my family if I did not know how much they loved me regardless of that fact.” Keeper laughs just a little to lighten the mood, she didn’t mind her ordinariness so much - there were other pursuits in this lifetime that kept her quite occupied with no time to mourn the fact that she had nothing half as grand as Ryan did, or her family.
“Not all of us here are like him. More than most are these days but there are still a good number of us that are just horses.” She huffs a few breaths into the dark mane tumbling down Tickaani’s neck until the hairs tickle her nose and she pulls back, stifling a sneeze that has been building after a few seconds of brief nuzzling. “Besides, he still has to eat grass just like us and drink water just like us. He’s just a bit more unique is all.” She flashes a smile at Ryan, still reassuring though she keeps closer to the blue roan whom she thinks needs just a bit more support at the moment since this is such a shock to her.