07-01-2021, 10:05 AM
The shifting of his tail makes the water move beneath her, but it could be anything. She ignores it.
"Oh, yes, tons of folks would miss me!"
The little mare answers thoughtlessly, which is just as well since there's no telling which answer is the right one anyway. The reality though is that aside from Nashua, Popinjay's friends and family have all melted into obscurity. They've all disappeared into the Taigan fog, beneath Pangea's sandy soil, in Loess's flames. She has not made many new friends since childhood, and the children she's borne mean so little to her as to not count at all. She's a selfish thing, thoughtless of others and always hungry for whatever is new, always pushing past boundaries that won't bear just it so see what will happen. It's no wonder that the dull adult world she has been navigating does not appreciate her. It's disappointing, though. She tosses her head lightly, the curls of her mane, made heavy by lake water, falling reluctantly away from her bright eyes.
"But they're all very boring, so who cares?"
Her wings fold so that she can swim closer to him, appreciating the way the water beads off scales and fins. It only soaks into her coat, making it darker except at the soft places - her muzzle, beneath her jaw, her elbow, and at her flanks - where the hair is brighter. Ghaul was scaled, but not like this. Dragon scales are thick like armor, but the Hyalinian's are more like beads and she reaches out to press her muzzle against them and feel how the water makes them slick.
"So, I decided to move here," she says as if she can smell what's brewing in Hyaline, a moth to the flame of chaos. But then her smile becomes a frown, nearly pouting, and she changes the subject abruptly, "You're lightning's very pretty, but is that flickering all it does?"
"Oh, yes, tons of folks would miss me!"
The little mare answers thoughtlessly, which is just as well since there's no telling which answer is the right one anyway. The reality though is that aside from Nashua, Popinjay's friends and family have all melted into obscurity. They've all disappeared into the Taigan fog, beneath Pangea's sandy soil, in Loess's flames. She has not made many new friends since childhood, and the children she's borne mean so little to her as to not count at all. She's a selfish thing, thoughtless of others and always hungry for whatever is new, always pushing past boundaries that won't bear just it so see what will happen. It's no wonder that the dull adult world she has been navigating does not appreciate her. It's disappointing, though. She tosses her head lightly, the curls of her mane, made heavy by lake water, falling reluctantly away from her bright eyes.
"But they're all very boring, so who cares?"
Her wings fold so that she can swim closer to him, appreciating the way the water beads off scales and fins. It only soaks into her coat, making it darker except at the soft places - her muzzle, beneath her jaw, her elbow, and at her flanks - where the hair is brighter. Ghaul was scaled, but not like this. Dragon scales are thick like armor, but the Hyalinian's are more like beads and she reaches out to press her muzzle against them and feel how the water makes them slick.
"So, I decided to move here," she says as if she can smell what's brewing in Hyaline, a moth to the flame of chaos. But then her smile becomes a frown, nearly pouting, and she changes the subject abruptly, "You're lightning's very pretty, but is that flickering all it does?"
@Gale
