01-16-2020, 10:22 PM
She is not so very hard to find, with a little thought, and although she cannot say how long it is they have been searching for her, neither horse seems to be very winded or weary when they finally come upon her, drinking from a seasonal spring fed by melting snow. She has been weaving among the caves that honeycomb some of the cliffs, though she rarely goes far inside of them. They all smell empty, and she does not fear darkness, but a small voice in the back of her head warns against becoming trapped within them, nowhere to run but deeper in. Perhaps there will be others to come that will love the subterranean world that twists beneath the clifftops, but it is not this day, and she cannot imagine that it will ever be her.
When she sees the pair, she lifts her muzzle from the icy water to observe their approach. The manner between them is easy, one of familiarity, but Neverwhere herself does not know the tall stallion walking beside Eurwen. A new recruit, perhaps? But no, there is nothing new in the way they gesture to one another, and he walks like someone who has been in Nerine before, so surely this is yet another diplomatic visit. She had thought she might avoid such things among the mazes near the shoreline, but leave it to the spotted mare to find her out just the same. It occurs to her that there really is no escape, and Eurwen will doggedly remind her of her duties no matter what she might prefer.
Annoying, but that sort of determination demands respect. Begrudging respect. Which may be the only way Neverwhere is capable of giving it at all. The earth-brown mare nods curtly and steps away from the spring, careful not to muddy its water in case either Eurwen or her guest are thirsty, and she lets the silence linger a moment longer, broken only by the sound of waves crashing nearby on the grey rock and sand.
"Who have you brought today, Eurwen? Your last friend didn't care for me very much." Which was not really fair, as she had done nothing except hear them speaking her name nearby and come out from where she had been napping in the autumn sun. Oh, sure, that had been the day that Heartfire seized her mind and left her staggering and stunned from heavyhanded visions jammed hard through the channel that linked them, but that was hardly Neverwhere's fault.
When she sees the pair, she lifts her muzzle from the icy water to observe their approach. The manner between them is easy, one of familiarity, but Neverwhere herself does not know the tall stallion walking beside Eurwen. A new recruit, perhaps? But no, there is nothing new in the way they gesture to one another, and he walks like someone who has been in Nerine before, so surely this is yet another diplomatic visit. She had thought she might avoid such things among the mazes near the shoreline, but leave it to the spotted mare to find her out just the same. It occurs to her that there really is no escape, and Eurwen will doggedly remind her of her duties no matter what she might prefer.
Annoying, but that sort of determination demands respect. Begrudging respect. Which may be the only way Neverwhere is capable of giving it at all. The earth-brown mare nods curtly and steps away from the spring, careful not to muddy its water in case either Eurwen or her guest are thirsty, and she lets the silence linger a moment longer, broken only by the sound of waves crashing nearby on the grey rock and sand.
"Who have you brought today, Eurwen? Your last friend didn't care for me very much." Which was not really fair, as she had done nothing except hear them speaking her name nearby and come out from where she had been napping in the autumn sun. Oh, sure, that had been the day that Heartfire seized her mind and left her staggering and stunned from heavyhanded visions jammed hard through the channel that linked them, but that was hardly Neverwhere's fault.
Neverwhere
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@[Aten] @[Eurwen]
