Demetyr
Demetyr was not often oblivious, nor would she ever admit to being so. Merely, at the moment that another creature had materialized a short distance from her, she was captured by her own thoughts and the novelty of the land surrounding her. Freedom, thus far, had proven to be an intoxicating delight - one that she struggled to balance amid the other thoughts that spun a wondrous web of interest. In her mind, she would never have even comprehended that there would be creatures drawn up from the deep. Such things didn't exist in the world she had left behind her. To look down had never once been a thought that had occurred to her.
The voice, however, when it called out to the permanently blushed mare, startled her out of her thoughts and back into reality. Jerking her olive eyes towards the sound she was almost petrified at the sight of seeing another, seemingly equine, figure so encapsulated by ice and frost. Surely she would freeze to death. Rushing into the water, she gritted her teeth against the stinging cold of the water as her mind raged in contemplation of how she might be able to help the stranger. It was only moments later that the realization occurred to her that the mare was not in trouble. The sound of her voice had been too jovial, too pleasant to be one of complete panic.
Still reeling, Demetyr cleared her throat. "Hello," she returned the greeting rather hesitantly. "Do forgive me for being a bit blunt, but isn't it a bit chilly to be swimming in this frozen river? Surely you'll catch your death!"
Again her innocence poured out with a purity that some might find delightfully astounding. She was not judgemental by her tone, but merely curious and concerned as she continued to observe the oddly painted mare. Completely unlike any horse Demetyr had ever seen, her brows fell forward upon her face - deepening the expression with which she had chosen to regard her newest acquaintance.
"Wouldn't it be better if you left the water to the fish and joined me on shore?" She suggested, still completely unaware what it was she was asking. To offend was never her intent, of course, but it was simply her ignorance that laced her words and helped her to seem the child that she was.
@[Aquaria]