02-07-2022, 07:45 PM
MAURTIA
A small laugh escapes Maurtia at the first response she gets - it’s a bright, warm sound because she’s genuinely amused by the answer she got. Of course she wanted to know, that’s why she asked! She would have happily continued to follow him until she found out the answer anyway (or until she got bored, or distracted by something else). His stopping and turning to face her, however, is what she had really been hoping for. She draws a little closer, to a more friendly distance, her pale eyes dancing along the lines of his fins.
What is their texture like?
She’d like to know but it doesn’t remain her focus when he speaks again.
Her grin grows a little bit and she tilts her head slightly to the right as she regards him. “From this exact spot? No. This land in a more general sense, yes.”
It takes a moment, but his question inspires a thought and the moment it hits, her pale eyes widen and she whispers “Are you not?!” Maurtia isn’t sure she’s ever met someone that wasn’t from Beqanna before - well, not anyone alive. Some of the ghosts she’s fond of annoying in Ischia are those who had come here from other lands - and when they’re in a good mood they’d tell her stories of these places she had no hopes of ever seeing.
There remains a faint touch of amusement in her voice as she continues - and a brightness in her expression that has little to do with the glow of her eyes in the dim, rainy setting. “That’s nice that you’re leaving your home, but if we want to get technical that isn’t what I asked. Unless you’re just going to walk in a circle and head right back to it.”
What is their texture like?
She’d like to know but it doesn’t remain her focus when he speaks again.
Her grin grows a little bit and she tilts her head slightly to the right as she regards him. “From this exact spot? No. This land in a more general sense, yes.”
It takes a moment, but his question inspires a thought and the moment it hits, her pale eyes widen and she whispers “Are you not?!” Maurtia isn’t sure she’s ever met someone that wasn’t from Beqanna before - well, not anyone alive. Some of the ghosts she’s fond of annoying in Ischia are those who had come here from other lands - and when they’re in a good mood they’d tell her stories of these places she had no hopes of ever seeing.
There remains a faint touch of amusement in her voice as she continues - and a brightness in her expression that has little to do with the glow of her eyes in the dim, rainy setting. “That’s nice that you’re leaving your home, but if we want to get technical that isn’t what I asked. Unless you’re just going to walk in a circle and head right back to it.”
@adrius