11-19-2019, 10:30 AM
“Thank you,” Catcher says to Celina with a sleepy smile. She thinks it’s a pretty okay name too, even though she had no say in choosing it. In fact, mother hadn’t even crowned her with a name until a while after her birth, unsure of what to name the only daughter she had bared. No name seemed fitting apparently, and it took the emergence of her gifts to finally discover a suitable one. The overo mare liked it well enough, but in her opinion, it wasn’t as pretty as Rivuline’s or Celina’s. “Yours is good too.”
There’s not much in the way of hesitation after she suggests moving towards the trees. Practically as soon as she had mentioned the idea, the finned mare began the snow riddled trek towards denser cover. Wide-eyed, the unicorn watches with a sharp intake of breath as Rivuline slips, followed shortly thereafter by Celina using her face to break her fall not once but twice. She makes a weird sound in her throat that might have been the start of a question to make sure that they were okay. But they both look unaffected and rather proud, so she lets the question die on her lips. Suddenly grateful for having spent four winters in Beqanna already to figure out the winter footing, the dumbfounded girl follows them the rest of the way.
Shortly after they’ve begun to settle in a place where the wind blessedly broke around them, her own question is reflected back at her. “Nowhere,” she says at first, then with an inkling of self-doubt she adds, “Everywhere?” She hadn’t been asked that before, and it made her feel a little confused and a bit tongue-tied when she thought too much into it. She exhales a sigh, “What I mean, is that I’m not really from anywhere and I don’t call one place home. I just...travel.” With an indifferent shrug, she repositions to hover her weight over a rear hoof and looks back towards Rivuline. The attention makes her somewhat uncomfortable, and she’d be glad to rid herself of it. Besides, just as Celina is intrigued, she’d like to know if the teal painted girl literally meant in in the ocean too.
@[Rivuline] @[Celina]
There’s not much in the way of hesitation after she suggests moving towards the trees. Practically as soon as she had mentioned the idea, the finned mare began the snow riddled trek towards denser cover. Wide-eyed, the unicorn watches with a sharp intake of breath as Rivuline slips, followed shortly thereafter by Celina using her face to break her fall not once but twice. She makes a weird sound in her throat that might have been the start of a question to make sure that they were okay. But they both look unaffected and rather proud, so she lets the question die on her lips. Suddenly grateful for having spent four winters in Beqanna already to figure out the winter footing, the dumbfounded girl follows them the rest of the way.
Shortly after they’ve begun to settle in a place where the wind blessedly broke around them, her own question is reflected back at her. “Nowhere,” she says at first, then with an inkling of self-doubt she adds, “Everywhere?” She hadn’t been asked that before, and it made her feel a little confused and a bit tongue-tied when she thought too much into it. She exhales a sigh, “What I mean, is that I’m not really from anywhere and I don’t call one place home. I just...travel.” With an indifferent shrug, she repositions to hover her weight over a rear hoof and looks back towards Rivuline. The attention makes her somewhat uncomfortable, and she’d be glad to rid herself of it. Besides, just as Celina is intrigued, she’d like to know if the teal painted girl literally meant in in the ocean too.
@[Rivuline] @[Celina]
