They are like snow and mud, things that mix but shouldn’t as they stand there and a voice joins them. Others might find it to be an interruption but Bean has always preferred company. Probably some old herd instinct that persists in her like the cold does in the air, just a nip of a chill that lingers and refuses to go away despite the sun that warms their backs and the soggy ground all around.
Can’t say she’s all that surprised that someone has else seen this kind of magic before. This land was rife with it, as if the magic was more prolific than the mundane and Bean fit quite right in the latter - as mundane as anything could be. She has never seen so much magic before, never imagined that so many magicians could populate in one place.
She has to wonder then, if that makes them ordinary. And her, less so because she cannot procure ice on the top of the river like it was nothing, like it was as intrinsic as breathing, and took no thought or exhaustion of power at all. Bean has no great gifts to give or make but for the smiles that find her face freely. But she is tugged from her thoughts by the appearance of the golden girl from the trees, attracting the light of the sun as if spun from it.
Each of them smiles and Bean relaxes further, not aware that she had somehow tensed up in the exchange of words from the third to join them. Smiles are her coin of the world and they mean everything is alright, usually. She has yet to meet a smile that lies to her, that was falsely presented or cruel. Probably because Bean threw them off with her boldness, her strangeness, and her furry little self that never quite seemed to belong among them.
Bean doesn’t mind the ice at all! She came from a place that had enough of it for it to be familiar, to be a reminder of a home that was only that - a home, or perhaps, just a beginning to her strange tale. “Oh you are!” she gushes enthusiastically, because she has no sense of volume control as usual. This time, she notices the shadows that move oddly about the palomino but accepts it for what it is - more magic.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Bean.” she announces to both of them. Not bothering to nod or make any other social niceties besides grinning like the fool she is.
@[annapurna] @[Beryl]