09-20-2019, 09:42 AM
Demetyr
Demetyr is a spoiled child, that much she is aware of. Her parents had doted on her and seen to her every whim. As a youngling, she had wanted for nothing and she was filled with gratitude for their selfless attention. However, she was not yet aware of how sheltered she had been. Treated as though she had been more precious than gold, she had been kept from everything that could be deemed as dangerous or foreign. Shivering, hocks deep in the river, she was blissfully unaware of just how little she knew about the world.
The strange mare's concern was comfortingly welcome and Demi wasted no time in following her implied advice. Leaving behind the freezing water, she exited the river and stood upon the frosted shore. Turning back 'round to meet the gaze of the stranger, she smiled sheepishly. It had been rather foolish of her to put herself at risk in such a way - especially given that the stranger appeared completely unfazed by the cold. It was remarkable.
Demetyr's curiosity plummetted to the forefront of her mind as she pondered over what she could possibly mean by her words. How could an equine have anything in common with fish? The very notion seemed absurd, but understanding quickly came as the mare stretched herself onshore. She was part-fish herself! The filly's mouth fell open in awe, and it only occurred to her that she was being rude when her mind recognized the sounds of a name falling past the stranger's lips. Aquaria, what a perfect name for such a creature!
"Do forgive me!" Demi exclaimed wonderingly. "I - I have never seen anything quite like yourself. It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. My name is Demetyr."
She was young, that much was true. Her features lacked the usual signs of maturity and her manner was that of a highborn filly. Even more noticeable, was her expectations of the world around her. Although not as incorrigible as some might automatically assume, it was very clear who she was. Thankful for Aquaria's concern, she nodded her agreement - her teeth clattering loudly as they clashed together. She was cold - and growing colder by the second. Warmth was quickly becoming something that the pale filly craved, but could not find. Perhaps Aquaria could show her how?
@[Aquaria]