03-03-2020, 10:13 AM
Brine will not be pleased to see her.
Eyas, perhaps, will not be pleased, either.
But she comes, just the same, following a scent on the wind like a hound, intent to find it, and when she spies the emaciated mare with the roan, she pauses for a moment, snorting softly, before carrying on. A moment of warning for Brine - and for Eyas, though she is less concerned with her feelings.
When the silvered mare is close enough and Eyas's dark eyes meet her own, she regards the buckskin's poor condition, little changed from their last meeting, but sporting fresher scars. In silence, looks Eyas over with an appraising eye and the meaning is clear in the perpetual scowl of her lips, on the single ear turned back - that it's a wonder the blue and gold creature is not simply dead somewhere in the snow. But, as it is, she instead draws the sympathy and attention of the introverted Brine. Brine's voice is low and soft in her ears, makes Neverwhere's own gruff voice sound even rougher.
"You smell better than you did last time we met."
It's almost a joke, although it's true enough. There is less of the fear and sweat on her coat than that meeting in the Meadow where they growled curses at each other until... well, they didn't really stop, did they? Only distance had ebbed the flow of their insults. And time - so much time. Where had she been?
"Heartfire is gone, did you see?"
A strange question. The thin mare has a power similar to her great grandmother, she was coming to be with her, to learn from her and to help Nerine, but the best laid plans so often go awry. Neverwhere prefers not to plan at all for just such a reason. She inclines her head slightly towards Brine but does not look at her, sparing the pressure of eye contact.
"Brine, this is Eyas. Maybe when you have time, you can show her the best grazing spots, as she has a habit of forgetting to eat."
Eyas, perhaps, will not be pleased, either.
But she comes, just the same, following a scent on the wind like a hound, intent to find it, and when she spies the emaciated mare with the roan, she pauses for a moment, snorting softly, before carrying on. A moment of warning for Brine - and for Eyas, though she is less concerned with her feelings.
When the silvered mare is close enough and Eyas's dark eyes meet her own, she regards the buckskin's poor condition, little changed from their last meeting, but sporting fresher scars. In silence, looks Eyas over with an appraising eye and the meaning is clear in the perpetual scowl of her lips, on the single ear turned back - that it's a wonder the blue and gold creature is not simply dead somewhere in the snow. But, as it is, she instead draws the sympathy and attention of the introverted Brine. Brine's voice is low and soft in her ears, makes Neverwhere's own gruff voice sound even rougher.
"You smell better than you did last time we met."
It's almost a joke, although it's true enough. There is less of the fear and sweat on her coat than that meeting in the Meadow where they growled curses at each other until... well, they didn't really stop, did they? Only distance had ebbed the flow of their insults. And time - so much time. Where had she been?
"Heartfire is gone, did you see?"
A strange question. The thin mare has a power similar to her great grandmother, she was coming to be with her, to learn from her and to help Nerine, but the best laid plans so often go awry. Neverwhere prefers not to plan at all for just such a reason. She inclines her head slightly towards Brine but does not look at her, sparing the pressure of eye contact.
"Brine, this is Eyas. Maybe when you have time, you can show her the best grazing spots, as she has a habit of forgetting to eat."
Neverwhere
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@[Brine] @[Eyas] Did anyone order a thread crash Iwrote while drunk cuz here it is.
