02-27-2020, 03:40 PM
The surprise on the other’s face is mirrored in an expression of subtle shock upon Breckin’s. Now that’ she was standing closer to the woman wrapped in shadows beneath the tree, and now that she was paying closer attention to who exactly she was inquiring, it seemed as though coincidence would have her asking the first armored being she’d ever laid eyes on. Cast in the darkness of the tree that harbored her, it had been hard to initially tell just how unique she was compared to the other oddities that littered the meadow.
“I…” the speckled vagabond began but faded into silence, taking a half a step backward to hold her companion in better viewing. Twisting her features into a soft mask of well-intended scrutiny, she took a moment to appreciate the armored lady. She was black as pitch with a muted shine, and Breckin’s dark eyes glimmered with curiosity, following a gleam of filtered light that danced across her plated shoulder, going beyond there to follow the well-defined lines from their beginning to their end. Unlike anything she’d ever laid claim to knowing before - that she could recall - she answers as truthfully as possible, “Honestly, I don’t know what you look like.” In a half-hearted attempt to deflect the awkwardness she suddenly felt from staring for so long, her shoulders rolled into a lazy shrug as the line of her mouth gently raised into a shy smile, “Maybe a little bored?”
Her gaze then flicked to the weaponized tail that had initially gone unnoticed, lingering there a moment longer before searching for her companion strange eyes again. Maybe she wasn’t exactly magical in absolute terms, but the lady was imposing in her own rights, and certainly didn’t belong entwined in the standards of your average equine. Perhaps just touched by magic in some aspect? Or a case of being more than what met the eye; magic she understood, could have an elusive and well hid nature to it. Regardless, there was an air of potential danger about her, a sense that had Breckin’s gut clench loosely in aching warning. And somehow in spite of the possible threat her unique companion could possess, she found her presence rather refreshing and, dare she even admit it to herself, alluring.
“Are you from here?” she asks, abandoning the question of magic altogether. And then as an afterthought, “I’m Roz.
@[Fiorina]
“I…” the speckled vagabond began but faded into silence, taking a half a step backward to hold her companion in better viewing. Twisting her features into a soft mask of well-intended scrutiny, she took a moment to appreciate the armored lady. She was black as pitch with a muted shine, and Breckin’s dark eyes glimmered with curiosity, following a gleam of filtered light that danced across her plated shoulder, going beyond there to follow the well-defined lines from their beginning to their end. Unlike anything she’d ever laid claim to knowing before - that she could recall - she answers as truthfully as possible, “Honestly, I don’t know what you look like.” In a half-hearted attempt to deflect the awkwardness she suddenly felt from staring for so long, her shoulders rolled into a lazy shrug as the line of her mouth gently raised into a shy smile, “Maybe a little bored?”
Her gaze then flicked to the weaponized tail that had initially gone unnoticed, lingering there a moment longer before searching for her companion strange eyes again. Maybe she wasn’t exactly magical in absolute terms, but the lady was imposing in her own rights, and certainly didn’t belong entwined in the standards of your average equine. Perhaps just touched by magic in some aspect? Or a case of being more than what met the eye; magic she understood, could have an elusive and well hid nature to it. Regardless, there was an air of potential danger about her, a sense that had Breckin’s gut clench loosely in aching warning. And somehow in spite of the possible threat her unique companion could possess, she found her presence rather refreshing and, dare she even admit it to herself, alluring.
“Are you from here?” she asks, abandoning the question of magic altogether. And then as an afterthought, “I’m Roz.
@[Fiorina]
