Long May She Reign
She gazes out at the water, was she insane? Very possible, yet she stares at the water still awaiting a response to her call. She knows she saw something, the sea creature can play whatever game they wish, but she is very patient.
Her gaze is still settled on the water but a voice echoes through her ears and her head turns to the left. The roaned tobiano she had met once before, though having just given birth she was much more on edge then rather now.
He had caught her talking to nothing, or at least nothing responded. Her body grew warm with embarassment, and the emotion itself was new to her and she finds herself at a lack of a smart response. Yes well, making sure there's not intrusions. Sorta, at least thats the best response she could think up.
And yes, the water is calming to some extent. And what have you been up to? She cocks and eye as she takes note of the stags soaked pelt. A man of secrets, shifting of some sort she assumes. For a moment she ponders the possibilities, they are quiet endless in beqanna.
She dares to near the stag, more fearless than she should be. She pauses a couple paces away from him, her eyes scan the tall stag. He was young in age, and his body was well built, she was so used to the hound of Sinner that she finds an odd comfort of Nodens being in an equine form.
MARY
@[Nodens]
