06-29-2021, 07:27 PM
Well.
She'd been right to be cautious, though perhaps she should have simply dispatched the mare rather than toy with her. A cat's mistake. Too late, now. The chimera might try her luck with a dragon, but a Magician is above her pay grade. Not to mention one that must know her mother to so quickly give the diminutive of her name, but she is quick to switch gears, to fully assume the role she has claimed for herself. It does not matter to her if anyone believes her at all, she is a committed liar.
When the starlit mare's legs turn ice cold she does not pull back right away, lets the cold burn her paws. Frost creeps up the hairs, sprouting its delicate, crystalline leaves, and that soft purr plucks at her throat with a strange hunger. It reminds her how she misses the Otherworlds' monsters, that pain - the way their hands had pressed against the inside of her skin, the feeling of their claws and teeth in her belly - but it fades too soon, to a burning vibration, to numb dullness. It's the dullness makes her pull the paw away, and she wants to frown at the disappointment of it, but instead, she turns her gaze to the scaled stallion with a wry smile.
"Well, I never can stay in one place very long." This is true enough of her mother. Probably. Manny does not know this mage but the ice makes her think of the North, and she knows her mother has disappeared from there after ruling the empty sea-cliffs through the Night. The wry smile melts away to relief.
"What luck you're here to help, I'm sure you'll heal her much faster than I could do." Manikin looks back down to the injured mare, who lies suffering in pain while her magician friend makes jokes at her expense. From behind, yet another draws up to their party and her black-tipped ear turning to follow his approach. He brings the familiar smell of flowers with him, and memories of her childhood - hunting beetles and bees and brothers through the bright tangle of the Pampas. The Pampaian's offer of help for a fee makes her scoff. Manny would have helped her for free. Eventually. And perhaps not the way anyone else here would much like, but it would have only cost the thing that the mare was rapidly losing anyway.
The starfire catches her off guard, pushing her back with a sizzling heat so different from the roan stallion's cold, so hot that it singes the feathers on her chest, but only for a moment because it burns too bright and explodes, raining glitter down over them like so many sparks from a flame. They burn where they touch and Manny grins at the shell of meat that has barely enough strength to ask to go home. She's lost her dinner tonight.
What a pity.
She'd been right to be cautious, though perhaps she should have simply dispatched the mare rather than toy with her. A cat's mistake. Too late, now. The chimera might try her luck with a dragon, but a Magician is above her pay grade. Not to mention one that must know her mother to so quickly give the diminutive of her name, but she is quick to switch gears, to fully assume the role she has claimed for herself. It does not matter to her if anyone believes her at all, she is a committed liar.
When the starlit mare's legs turn ice cold she does not pull back right away, lets the cold burn her paws. Frost creeps up the hairs, sprouting its delicate, crystalline leaves, and that soft purr plucks at her throat with a strange hunger. It reminds her how she misses the Otherworlds' monsters, that pain - the way their hands had pressed against the inside of her skin, the feeling of their claws and teeth in her belly - but it fades too soon, to a burning vibration, to numb dullness. It's the dullness makes her pull the paw away, and she wants to frown at the disappointment of it, but instead, she turns her gaze to the scaled stallion with a wry smile.
"Well, I never can stay in one place very long." This is true enough of her mother. Probably. Manny does not know this mage but the ice makes her think of the North, and she knows her mother has disappeared from there after ruling the empty sea-cliffs through the Night. The wry smile melts away to relief.
"What luck you're here to help, I'm sure you'll heal her much faster than I could do." Manikin looks back down to the injured mare, who lies suffering in pain while her magician friend makes jokes at her expense. From behind, yet another draws up to their party and her black-tipped ear turning to follow his approach. He brings the familiar smell of flowers with him, and memories of her childhood - hunting beetles and bees and brothers through the bright tangle of the Pampas. The Pampaian's offer of help for a fee makes her scoff. Manny would have helped her for free. Eventually. And perhaps not the way anyone else here would much like, but it would have only cost the thing that the mare was rapidly losing anyway.
The starfire catches her off guard, pushing her back with a sizzling heat so different from the roan stallion's cold, so hot that it singes the feathers on her chest, but only for a moment because it burns too bright and explodes, raining glitter down over them like so many sparks from a flame. They burn where they touch and Manny grins at the shell of meat that has barely enough strength to ask to go home. She's lost her dinner tonight.
What a pity.
@Leilan