04-13-2020, 10:46 PM
The scent of the destroyed Icicle Isle comes with them; it’s too strong a scent to be hidden when they all arrive together. The little red mare sends her daughter away, to find shelter with Ryan and his family; she doesn’t know what to expect from this band of travelers and if they aren’t peaceful, she doesn’t want Noma to see it. She’d seen her father murdered in front of her eyes, after all; she would never subject her own child to such a memory.
Her movement across the Pampas is near-silent; the grasses she treads upon rise strong and new behind her, and the only hint of her approach is the faintest of whispers of grass brushes across her sides. For a moment, she peers at them from behind the last curtain of strong summer grass, steeling herself for an unpleasant encounter. She would rather hide with the others, and emerge when they have gone, but she forces herself forward, green eyes flicking from face to face.
They ALL tower over the little mare’s petite stature, nevermind the actual TOWERING the one does, but physical posturing isn’t Noah’s go-to maneuver anyway, and she doesn’t bother to try and make herself look intimidating. Instead she smiles at them, bright eyes warm, head slightly cocked. “Hello,” her voice is sweet and welcoming, but they will have to strain to hear her whisper even over the sounds of their own breathing and munching. It’s twofold – the first being of course that Noah rarely lifts her voice above such volume, but the second is purposeful – most beings will modulate their own volume and intensity to match more closely to her disarming quiet.
“Welcome to the Brilliant Pampas. I am Noah, and I lead here. Can I help you?” They don’t look particularly peaceful, but she will always seek the nonviolent solution if possible. But she won’t give up her homeland – this is the only home Noah has ever had and she will defend it to her last breath, though there are a few who would step in before she had to do so. Last time, she hadn’t had the time to seek her King before she had to face her opponent in battle – but she had won that, against all odds, leaning hard into the core of strength that is hidden beneath her small body and smiling face.
Her movement across the Pampas is near-silent; the grasses she treads upon rise strong and new behind her, and the only hint of her approach is the faintest of whispers of grass brushes across her sides. For a moment, she peers at them from behind the last curtain of strong summer grass, steeling herself for an unpleasant encounter. She would rather hide with the others, and emerge when they have gone, but she forces herself forward, green eyes flicking from face to face.
They ALL tower over the little mare’s petite stature, nevermind the actual TOWERING the one does, but physical posturing isn’t Noah’s go-to maneuver anyway, and she doesn’t bother to try and make herself look intimidating. Instead she smiles at them, bright eyes warm, head slightly cocked. “Hello,” her voice is sweet and welcoming, but they will have to strain to hear her whisper even over the sounds of their own breathing and munching. It’s twofold – the first being of course that Noah rarely lifts her voice above such volume, but the second is purposeful – most beings will modulate their own volume and intensity to match more closely to her disarming quiet.
“Welcome to the Brilliant Pampas. I am Noah, and I lead here. Can I help you?” They don’t look particularly peaceful, but she will always seek the nonviolent solution if possible. But she won’t give up her homeland – this is the only home Noah has ever had and she will defend it to her last breath, though there are a few who would step in before she had to do so. Last time, she hadn’t had the time to seek her King before she had to face her opponent in battle – but she had won that, against all odds, leaning hard into the core of strength that is hidden beneath her small body and smiling face.
NOAH
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