Embark
He isn't much different from her own parents. His mannerisms, the broodish way he talks, the light taken from his eyes, look all but too familiar to the filly. She thinks about the past her mother had never talked about, the one that left her scarred in more ways than one. Perhaps he shared the same fate.
"I come from Loess," She answers him sheepishly, hoof dragging across the ground in a nervous motion. She feels herself grow more nervous as time grows on, and her gift (which she is far from perfecting), causes her hind end to grow transparent.
"I am Krigare, and before you ask...if you ask, I come from nowhere." His tone is quite snappy, and with a hint of defiance, she scoffs, and her rump returns to its cream color. She considers walking him away, leaving him to his own sadness, but that's not in her nature. With an apologetic sigh, she comes near to his side, reaching her pale muzzle to touch the scarred skin beneath his fur. A gentle, unassuming touch of a girl who has never had interactions with a man besides her father.
"Well Krigare, I'm Embark. I must say you're being very grumpy!" She teases, backing away from him once more.
Sugar and Spice
@[Krigare]