Vadar
Seven characteristics are in an uncultivated person, and seven in a learned one
Certainly she’s beautiful; he can see that much, even through her anger. Twisted at the neck so he can hear the undignified snort she replies with, Vadar tries to stifle his grin and control himself in the face of her sparking fury. He can’t really help himself, watching her long legs dash through the green-tinted creek, wings bobbing by her sides as the noise sends a flutter of resting birds up and away. The loose smile contorts and twists on his lips the closer she gets.
Until she’s looming over him, casting a long shadow and blocking out what little sun could filter down through the canopy above. The water which had been calmly making its way downstream ripples around his legs and a few, flickering aquatic animals dart to more peaceful cover. Listening intently, hearing but not quite understanding the strange mare, Vadar’s expression softens and then falls flat.
He looks like shit is when he starts to rise from his awkward seat, lurching forward onto his forelegs and then turning around calmly to peer up at her. “Look here, flamingo. We could be in a black void, I could be blind, and you’d still make an impression.” The pony stallion explains, sticking to his earlier mentality. At his feet the boulder rises too, sucking itself free from the creekbed to turn and look at Jude. Its shape seems hunched like a small, round ape and there’s no real expression on the golem’s face save for two empty sockets that could be eyes, but look more like shallow divots instead. Both look equally unimpressed at her apology.
“However,” Vadar sighs, “I don’t remember much since the Plague started. I’m assuming that includes us ‘hitting it off’.” His shoulders jerk, dispersing a few insects that buzz around him like small, illuminated dust motes. The dark folds of his eyelids blink shut for a second and he makes out like he’s trying to recall whatever she’s talking about for the sake of her enjoyment. “Nope.” He comments smartly, opening them up with a red flash. “Nothing.”
Grinding, his pet boulder turns away from them both to roll through the silty water and place itself behind the bare-assed horse just as Vadar lowers himself to sit again.
“But you could try and help me. Was it a good encounter… ?” Trailing off, hoping that she’ll supply her own name since it appears his was already old news.
@[peregrine jude]