03-05-2019, 11:48 AM
Eurwen
the secret of walking on water
is knowing where the rocks lie
is knowing where the rocks lie
She might come off as flimsy and whimsical, but on the other hand, she’s learning so much from this experience. First, that she shouldn’t assume and talk too much while someone else is not done explaining. Second, she could be more inviting, like Alvorr. Third… maybe she shouldn’t expect of herself to do it right in one go.
Alvorr makes a joke and she giggles a bit, then bites her lip to prevent herself from bursting out, looking with twinkling eyes from the one male to the other. Naz is a little late to get it, and calls it an awful joke, at which she shrugs, chuckles lightly, and follows the rest of the conversation between them more quietly. She tilts her head at the mention of being insane because of his family, then shrugs. ”Oh, you should meet mine.” she chuckles. Insane is probably not the word she’d use, but surely there are worse horses in the world, and Alvorr does not look or sound insane to her.
The dun however, needs to get used to the sight some more, she thinks - evident by the way he walks, almost like a child, on the rocky shore, carefully stepping and afraid of losing his balance - and he talks about lots of sand, which is something she’s never seen before. Frowning in thought for a second, she looks at the waves and to him. ”You mean it’s…” she tries to picture it, ”like a sea but made of sand?” she asks him.
His comment about fitting in gives him a small smile. She’ll probably never fit in any kind of land, the way he mentions; but she doesn’t mind. Nerine is home, and it will always be home to her, wherever she may go. ”Perhaps you’ll find a new home here.” she offers softly.
Alvorr makes a joke and she giggles a bit, then bites her lip to prevent herself from bursting out, looking with twinkling eyes from the one male to the other. Naz is a little late to get it, and calls it an awful joke, at which she shrugs, chuckles lightly, and follows the rest of the conversation between them more quietly. She tilts her head at the mention of being insane because of his family, then shrugs. ”Oh, you should meet mine.” she chuckles. Insane is probably not the word she’d use, but surely there are worse horses in the world, and Alvorr does not look or sound insane to her.
The dun however, needs to get used to the sight some more, she thinks - evident by the way he walks, almost like a child, on the rocky shore, carefully stepping and afraid of losing his balance - and he talks about lots of sand, which is something she’s never seen before. Frowning in thought for a second, she looks at the waves and to him. ”You mean it’s…” she tries to picture it, ”like a sea but made of sand?” she asks him.
His comment about fitting in gives him a small smile. She’ll probably never fit in any kind of land, the way he mentions; but she doesn’t mind. Nerine is home, and it will always be home to her, wherever she may go. ”Perhaps you’ll find a new home here.” she offers softly.
@[Nazariy] @[Alvorr]
Aaaand it’s March. Sorry guys!