07-28-2019, 07:16 AM
Aodhán
little fire
All that is gold does not glitter; not all who wander are lost
She’s… interesting. Yes, that’s the word. She keeps looking at him with her dragon-eyes, and he wonders why she seems to have so much trouble answering. Honestly, if she said he needed to get lost, he would - but instead she makes the effort of speech even though everything else about her radiates that she doesn’t really want to.
For a moment, he is taken aback by this, but then he lets it slide. She could walk away or snarl, and she did neither, so he stayed until she let him know he wasn’t welcome. Both horses find a moment of silence they share, in which they do explore one another curiously but don’t find it the right time to ask outright where they’re from. So, he nods at her name. ”Cthalpa,” he repeats with a nod, slowly getting familiarized with the strange sound. ”Nice meeting you.” he tells her genuinely, for he always loves meeting people even though she seems by far more timid than he.
The three-year old waits for her to see if anything else follows, not pushing although that would have been his nature (he would have, say, about 2 years ago). When she does speak, he grins at her a bit. ”Guilty as charged. Though I’m not lost - I’m on my way to the meadow, and perhaps the field. I’m moving, you see, or at least I hope they don’t kick me out - and I figured perhaps others would like to see the Pampas too. It’s really something.” he continues, the subject one he probably wouldn’t stop talking about for long if she let him - but he stops himself, just about polite enough - instead he focuses back on her. ”Where are you headed? Perhaps we can travel in the same direction a bit.”
For a moment, he is taken aback by this, but then he lets it slide. She could walk away or snarl, and she did neither, so he stayed until she let him know he wasn’t welcome. Both horses find a moment of silence they share, in which they do explore one another curiously but don’t find it the right time to ask outright where they’re from. So, he nods at her name. ”Cthalpa,” he repeats with a nod, slowly getting familiarized with the strange sound. ”Nice meeting you.” he tells her genuinely, for he always loves meeting people even though she seems by far more timid than he.
The three-year old waits for her to see if anything else follows, not pushing although that would have been his nature (he would have, say, about 2 years ago). When she does speak, he grins at her a bit. ”Guilty as charged. Though I’m not lost - I’m on my way to the meadow, and perhaps the field. I’m moving, you see, or at least I hope they don’t kick me out - and I figured perhaps others would like to see the Pampas too. It’s really something.” he continues, the subject one he probably wouldn’t stop talking about for long if she let him - but he stops himself, just about polite enough - instead he focuses back on her. ”Where are you headed? Perhaps we can travel in the same direction a bit.”
@[Cthalpa]