09-24-2018, 02:26 PM
”A...kelpie bite?” Just when she thought she was getting this place figured out, she was wrong. She isn’t entirely sure what a kelpie was, seeing as that was certainly not something she had grown up with, but if it had the power to create scales across a horse’s body, maybe it was not something she wanted to run into. She is still eyeing him skeptically, but when he shrugs off the topic she decides to allow it to slide. She seems to be the only one in Beqanna that didn’t understand its magic, and also the only one not worried by its very existence. If something so powerful existed that it could lavish all these gifts, couldn’t to also strip everything away, or punish you with something? The thought made her uneasy, but she supposes by living her quiet life she has done nothing to displease the fairies so far; she was still her plain self.
Her black head nods at his words, that same smile lifting at the corners of her lips as she agrees, ”She would love that. I’m sure she misses you.” Chryseis had been giddy with excitement for weeks after first meeting her father, and it made Briseis’ heart happy to know that fate had intervened and had the three of them run into each other that day. Otherwise the quiet and shy mare very likely would have never told the metallic blazed filly who her father was.
With her attention now on Roseen, her mud-brown eyes settle on the mare’s face. She seemed uneasy, or nervous, and Briseis can not pinpoint why. But when she asks if she is a friend of Leilan’s, she stiffens. She is brought back to the day along Hyaline’s shores, when her and Chryseis had run into Breckin. She remembered the way the spotted mare had stared at Chryseis, focusing on the golden metallic blaze, and the almost melancholy tone of her voice when she had asked, do you know Leilan? Despire her naivety, she has managed to put all the pieces together. Breckin had feelings for Leilan, and running across a daughter of his had been unexpected. Roseen’s question was poised in much the same way, and while Briseis was aware of wanting to spare her feelings, she was also not wired in such a way that allowed her to lie.
She steals a sideways glance to scaled stallion, before flitting her gaze back to the bay mare’s. ”I’ve known a Leilan for awhile, now. We have a daughter together.” The words leave her mouth carefully, as though if she believed the gentler she delivered them, it would somehow ease the blow. That is, if she was reading the situation correctly, and it’s not exactly a secret that socialization is not her strength.
@[Leilan] @[Roseen]
Her black head nods at his words, that same smile lifting at the corners of her lips as she agrees, ”She would love that. I’m sure she misses you.” Chryseis had been giddy with excitement for weeks after first meeting her father, and it made Briseis’ heart happy to know that fate had intervened and had the three of them run into each other that day. Otherwise the quiet and shy mare very likely would have never told the metallic blazed filly who her father was.
With her attention now on Roseen, her mud-brown eyes settle on the mare’s face. She seemed uneasy, or nervous, and Briseis can not pinpoint why. But when she asks if she is a friend of Leilan’s, she stiffens. She is brought back to the day along Hyaline’s shores, when her and Chryseis had run into Breckin. She remembered the way the spotted mare had stared at Chryseis, focusing on the golden metallic blaze, and the almost melancholy tone of her voice when she had asked, do you know Leilan? Despire her naivety, she has managed to put all the pieces together. Breckin had feelings for Leilan, and running across a daughter of his had been unexpected. Roseen’s question was poised in much the same way, and while Briseis was aware of wanting to spare her feelings, she was also not wired in such a way that allowed her to lie.
She steals a sideways glance to scaled stallion, before flitting her gaze back to the bay mare’s. ”I’ve known a Leilan for awhile, now. We have a daughter together.” The words leave her mouth carefully, as though if she believed the gentler she delivered them, it would somehow ease the blow. That is, if she was reading the situation correctly, and it’s not exactly a secret that socialization is not her strength.
briseis.
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
you’re ripped at every edge but you’re a masterpiece
@[Leilan] @[Roseen]