09-20-2019, 06:45 PM
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She blinked, and it was gone.
The surprise of it catches the dappled mare so off-guard that she snorts loudly and stumbles back across an invisible line in the earth. When her eyes open again, she sees perfectly well, like before. Confusion ripples across her skin, one ear turned back, uncertain, and she lifts her head high, muzzle tilted slightly upwards and nostrils wide, drawing deep breaths that cause her chest and sides to heave. The air moves so fast that it makes a low whistle through her sinuses. There is nothing on it to suggest anything has changed. Pale eyes narrow as she looks around her for a sign, but there is nothing, she is surrounded by trees and ferns and a fog that stirs around her feet and from here to one step away nothing has changed.
Seeing has me jumping at shadows... she thinks to herself with a soft growl. Since she met Heartfire in the Meadow she had seen much more clearly than before. It was the immortal mare's magic - a gift, or an experiment, given without explanation or instruction or request, and accepted in exactly the same vague manner. The two mares had travelled back to Nerine in near perfect silence, stopping at several impressive vistas along the way, and then they had parted with an offer and a curt nod. It was a dubious way to find yourself with a new home, but Neverwhere is used to living in uneasy territory and finds she is not particularly bothered by it. She also finds she is not terribly bothered by the hypocrisy of grasping onto this gifted vision while making no effort to hide her disdain for magic. She has never claimed to be innocent of greed.
She shakes her head, irritated, and steps forward again, bold in her assumption that it was a mistake, a bit of fog falling across her eyes, or a spiderweb floating by.
A blink, and it's gone. Again.
This time, she doesn't move, but drops her head down to rub the pink, scarred, flesh of her white face against one dark knee. There is no difference, the fog sticks, will not be blinked away.
"Of course there was a catch." Heartfire didn't tell her that it wouldn't work outside of Nerine. Did she know? She must have known. But it had worked before. When I was with her, it had worked... There's the rub. The chocolate-brown mare scoffs loudly, whipping her tail sharply against her flanks so that the tangled strands snap and sting. If this is a trick to keep her in Nerine, it won't work! With a stubborn sneer she pushes forward, but finds that her path is less clear than before. A root trips her up here, and there she puts her hoof down too confidently on a mossy rock and slips to her knees.
Had she lost her way so soon? How quickly she had become dependent on her eyes and lost her habit of care and sure-footedness! Anger blossoms in her heart and the pink scars across her face grow red. Impossible to turn back to Nerine just now, she is still too defiant but... to go further? She hesitates.
Am I lost?
...Shit.
The surprise of it catches the dappled mare so off-guard that she snorts loudly and stumbles back across an invisible line in the earth. When her eyes open again, she sees perfectly well, like before. Confusion ripples across her skin, one ear turned back, uncertain, and she lifts her head high, muzzle tilted slightly upwards and nostrils wide, drawing deep breaths that cause her chest and sides to heave. The air moves so fast that it makes a low whistle through her sinuses. There is nothing on it to suggest anything has changed. Pale eyes narrow as she looks around her for a sign, but there is nothing, she is surrounded by trees and ferns and a fog that stirs around her feet and from here to one step away nothing has changed.
Seeing has me jumping at shadows... she thinks to herself with a soft growl. Since she met Heartfire in the Meadow she had seen much more clearly than before. It was the immortal mare's magic - a gift, or an experiment, given without explanation or instruction or request, and accepted in exactly the same vague manner. The two mares had travelled back to Nerine in near perfect silence, stopping at several impressive vistas along the way, and then they had parted with an offer and a curt nod. It was a dubious way to find yourself with a new home, but Neverwhere is used to living in uneasy territory and finds she is not particularly bothered by it. She also finds she is not terribly bothered by the hypocrisy of grasping onto this gifted vision while making no effort to hide her disdain for magic. She has never claimed to be innocent of greed.
She shakes her head, irritated, and steps forward again, bold in her assumption that it was a mistake, a bit of fog falling across her eyes, or a spiderweb floating by.
A blink, and it's gone. Again.
This time, she doesn't move, but drops her head down to rub the pink, scarred, flesh of her white face against one dark knee. There is no difference, the fog sticks, will not be blinked away.
"Of course there was a catch." Heartfire didn't tell her that it wouldn't work outside of Nerine. Did she know? She must have known. But it had worked before. When I was with her, it had worked... There's the rub. The chocolate-brown mare scoffs loudly, whipping her tail sharply against her flanks so that the tangled strands snap and sting. If this is a trick to keep her in Nerine, it won't work! With a stubborn sneer she pushes forward, but finds that her path is less clear than before. A root trips her up here, and there she puts her hoof down too confidently on a mossy rock and slips to her knees.
Had she lost her way so soon? How quickly she had become dependent on her eyes and lost her habit of care and sure-footedness! Anger blossoms in her heart and the pink scars across her face grow red. Impossible to turn back to Nerine just now, she is still too defiant but... to go further? She hesitates.
Am I lost?
...Shit.
