she's no saint but she'll take you to your knees
try her boy but she'll still do what she please
Metal grinding together has a sound very specific to it, and while she had only heard it a few times from those ferrum-based equines scattered: this is strange in how close and clumsy it sounds. Like a great mechanical dragon taking a breath it exhales and groans, the sharp sound of its wheeze forcing Aysel to look about and notice the small creature. Chromed and lavender, and shaped like a child; but with wings: and she blinks, not that she startled simply that she must adjust herself when taking it all in.
The brilliant red and spattered gray shifts as she reaches out her long neck and elicits a whistle to the girl, to Kreation. She watches the clumsy pace and the adjustments to her body: listening to all the creaking and grinding- to the strange sounds and their origins. Segolene, too, has noticed and she bounds close to her mother and peers at Kreation hesitantly: this being her first sight of someone with blessings and magic.
“Hello child,” Aysel pauses, her ears swiveling and the great cat watching. “You are alone, is your mother nearby? Or caretaker, rather.” genuine and soft she ponders the nature of the girl and of the method that she was born from; but she asks none of it and instead waits a precious few moments before allowing Segolene to standing idly close- looking Kreation over.
“She’s shiny Mama.” the filly quips, sniffing and offering the girl a smile. “Hi I’m Segolene, you look really neat.” gentle and fawn-like she steps forward, bouncing about and coming back to wander.
