She is not use to strangers being so kind and accommodating. It was a little overwhelming, if only because she was now putting pressure on herself. What if they were being so welcoming because they expected something of her? What if they thought she was smarter, stronger, and braver than she really was, and that's why she had been invited here? She had never lived in what they refer to as a "kingdom" - surely with it being called that, there must be a King or Queen. She did not understand rankings or positions, and she worried she would not be enough for this place.
She is distracted from her internal dialogue of self-doubt by Svedka’s voice, and immediately she is drawn back to the present. She does not catch whatever he may be hinting at in his undertones, in that there were other things beautiful and unique like the flowers. The lonesome black mare is not up to par on picking up social cues, and so she only waits to comment once they have both said their piece on their time here. Her dark brown eyes flick to Svedka at his question, and she thinks for a moment before saying, ”I don’t remember getting here, but I haven’t been here long. Maybe a few months. I’ve spent most of my time alone, trying to figure everything out. “ Her gaze lingers on his streaks of blue mane, and then turn to Kagerus’ black horn, before adding somewhat laughingly, ”There were things here that took some getting used to. Beqanna is truly unlike anything I have ever seen. “
Kagerus asks her of castes, and she pauses, mulling the question over. ”I’m not sure what I’m good at, honestly. If I could just be a resident for now, I think that would be best.” And then from the corner of her eye she sees a flash of white. Her eyes focus on the stark white mare that seemed to be retreating, and she nods her head to gesture for her companions to look as well. ”Who is that?” There is nothing accusatory about her tone, she was simply curious.
She is distracted from her internal dialogue of self-doubt by Svedka’s voice, and immediately she is drawn back to the present. She does not catch whatever he may be hinting at in his undertones, in that there were other things beautiful and unique like the flowers. The lonesome black mare is not up to par on picking up social cues, and so she only waits to comment once they have both said their piece on their time here. Her dark brown eyes flick to Svedka at his question, and she thinks for a moment before saying, ”I don’t remember getting here, but I haven’t been here long. Maybe a few months. I’ve spent most of my time alone, trying to figure everything out. “ Her gaze lingers on his streaks of blue mane, and then turn to Kagerus’ black horn, before adding somewhat laughingly, ”There were things here that took some getting used to. Beqanna is truly unlike anything I have ever seen. “
Kagerus asks her of castes, and she pauses, mulling the question over. ”I’m not sure what I’m good at, honestly. If I could just be a resident for now, I think that would be best.” And then from the corner of her eye she sees a flash of white. Her eyes focus on the stark white mare that seemed to be retreating, and she nods her head to gesture for her companions to look as well. ”Who is that?” There is nothing accusatory about her tone, she was simply curious.
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece