10-09-2018, 08:56 PM
Perhaps she would have surprised him, if the ground was not so wet. Instead, he pivots to keep her in his sight at all times, the squelching sound of her hooves pulling free of the mucky ground quite loud in an otherwise very quiet place. The chestnut stallion keeps his sleeping daughter behind him as he follows her motion, brown eyes suspicious as his fine-pointed ears pointed forward to catch the words, noting the smile as well as the tone of the words.
Others would perhaps be turned off by the mare’s appearance – but one of Rhonen’s few and dear friends had been similarly sickly in appearance at all times, and he had grown used to looking beneath the surface. He’s not totally trustful (Noah doesn’t need to catch something on top of whatever is ailing her if it is a sickness) but he’s not one to lash out and drive away the stranger with no cause, either. Well. At least not physically. His tongue can be quite razor-sharp, intentionally or unintentionally.
She turns towards them but does not come too close in such a way as to make him (any more) antsy as he considers her question. “No,” he finally answers shortly, voice clipped and taking a step back towards the yearling sleeping behind him. Only she isn’t sleeping – he freezes in place with a parent’s instinctive protectiveness when his retreating haunch gently bumps the girl who is now standing, peering curiously at their visitor, inquisitive despite her own clear illness.
“Hello,” she says quietly, offering a little smile that is in direct contrast to her father’s scowl. At her feet, the damp grass grows greener and the tree behind her has new out-of-season leaves blooming. Noah takes a shaky breath. “Nobody has walked here long. It was underwater. The god-mage had us raise it.” She smiles again, dreamily, and he glances between the two mares and shifts. Rhonen is still uncertain of the veracity of his delirious daughter’s ramblings, but he certainly knows that Pangea was underwater, and now it isn’t. “Rhonen,” he grumbles his name in half reluctance, the edges of the word still quite sharp. “My daughter, Noah.” he touches her crest, gently.
He hesitates, but says nothing else. He doesn’t know if she has lived here – maybe she is sick with whatever is causing Noah to be sick. But she doesn’t seem to know about Pangea, so perhaps not.
ooc; sorry XD They're weird @[Yidhra]
Others would perhaps be turned off by the mare’s appearance – but one of Rhonen’s few and dear friends had been similarly sickly in appearance at all times, and he had grown used to looking beneath the surface. He’s not totally trustful (Noah doesn’t need to catch something on top of whatever is ailing her if it is a sickness) but he’s not one to lash out and drive away the stranger with no cause, either. Well. At least not physically. His tongue can be quite razor-sharp, intentionally or unintentionally.
She turns towards them but does not come too close in such a way as to make him (any more) antsy as he considers her question. “No,” he finally answers shortly, voice clipped and taking a step back towards the yearling sleeping behind him. Only she isn’t sleeping – he freezes in place with a parent’s instinctive protectiveness when his retreating haunch gently bumps the girl who is now standing, peering curiously at their visitor, inquisitive despite her own clear illness.
“Hello,” she says quietly, offering a little smile that is in direct contrast to her father’s scowl. At her feet, the damp grass grows greener and the tree behind her has new out-of-season leaves blooming. Noah takes a shaky breath. “Nobody has walked here long. It was underwater. The god-mage had us raise it.” She smiles again, dreamily, and he glances between the two mares and shifts. Rhonen is still uncertain of the veracity of his delirious daughter’s ramblings, but he certainly knows that Pangea was underwater, and now it isn’t. “Rhonen,” he grumbles his name in half reluctance, the edges of the word still quite sharp. “My daughter, Noah.” he touches her crest, gently.
He hesitates, but says nothing else. He doesn’t know if she has lived here – maybe she is sick with whatever is causing Noah to be sick. But she doesn’t seem to know about Pangea, so perhaps not.
ooc; sorry XD They're weird @[Yidhra]