08-28-2019, 12:32 AM
In her haste to brake, she leaves scars in the earth where her hooves scrape and prop, digging into the rocky soil, but she does manage to stop short, both of the colliding pair, and of the pit that yawns suddenly ahead of them. She sees them meet, and even as she inwardly winces, she is greedily aware of her ability to see them, watches intently as they meet with a thud of bodies and sharp exhalations of breath, hair and dirt flying as they tangle together in knots and drop over the edge.
This is the problem with magical vision, whoever pulls the strings decides what you see.
Despite her avarice in consuming every detail, her reluctance to deal in magic is as likely the cause of her continued near-blindness outside of Nerine as it is Heartfire just being stingy with her curious gift. The soil of Neverwhere’s heart was simply too poor for the magic to take root, so she sees well enough here, but it is still by the sabino’s will. This begs any number of questions, the most recent being whether the cliff was ever real, or if thewas pit there before. She has no idea. The dark mare shakes her head, she does not seek out Heartfire’s shape, but her ears twist and turn to find the sound of the mare approaching, even as she herself comes to the mouth of the pit and looks over at the entwined mare and stallion. Mare and lion. A snarl dances across her scarred lips for a moment, unchecked, as he leaps up easily with sharp, agile claws, not because he is a cat, but because he is not and when he lands near her, she side-steps neatly, her ears burying deep into her mane.
The roan finally approaches the edge of the pit and Neverwhere unhelpfully explains her own presence with a dismissive shrug. She could not help, after all. She’d only ever had a very limited capability to do anything, given the circumstances, and she was never going to risk her life for the cremello lion-horse. If she could not have redirected his course, she’d just have let him run over the edge like a lemming, if that was what he wanted to do. No sense sparing a single breath trying to justify it, instead she looks back down the trapped mare.
“You say that like you think she isn’t actually considering just that.” The dappled mare quips, tilting her head slightly to get a better view of the palomino.
This is the problem with magical vision, whoever pulls the strings decides what you see.
Despite her avarice in consuming every detail, her reluctance to deal in magic is as likely the cause of her continued near-blindness outside of Nerine as it is Heartfire just being stingy with her curious gift. The soil of Neverwhere’s heart was simply too poor for the magic to take root, so she sees well enough here, but it is still by the sabino’s will. This begs any number of questions, the most recent being whether the cliff was ever real, or if thewas pit there before. She has no idea. The dark mare shakes her head, she does not seek out Heartfire’s shape, but her ears twist and turn to find the sound of the mare approaching, even as she herself comes to the mouth of the pit and looks over at the entwined mare and stallion. Mare and lion. A snarl dances across her scarred lips for a moment, unchecked, as he leaps up easily with sharp, agile claws, not because he is a cat, but because he is not and when he lands near her, she side-steps neatly, her ears burying deep into her mane.
The roan finally approaches the edge of the pit and Neverwhere unhelpfully explains her own presence with a dismissive shrug. She could not help, after all. She’d only ever had a very limited capability to do anything, given the circumstances, and she was never going to risk her life for the cremello lion-horse. If she could not have redirected his course, she’d just have let him run over the edge like a lemming, if that was what he wanted to do. No sense sparing a single breath trying to justify it, instead she looks back down the trapped mare.
“You say that like you think she isn’t actually considering just that.” The dappled mare quips, tilting her head slightly to get a better view of the palomino.
Neverwhere
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