near, far, (never)where-ever you are?

[Fiorina]

It is, perhaps, a good thing that Fiorina does not possess wings because whenever someone else’s gaze was upon her (with or without a scowl) she would surely fluff the feathers up and peacock a little for her admirers. As it is, she can only continue to smile - perhaps in a little bit of a predatory fashion, though that is hard to avoid. Her smile does brighten a little when she sees the posture of the dappled mare change, become more relaxed, and then some steps are taken forward and the gap between them closes. This feels like a victory of the funny little game they’ve been sharing - enough that she considers being the one to break the silence first. She takes the opportunity to shift her head forward just a little bit - not enough to touch (though she would not mind caressing this scowling mare and seeing if there is a purr hidden under the stony exterior) but just a little before she inhales, taking in the other’s scent as she does. It does not, thankfully, elicit any feelings of hunger in her stomach and it is familiar in the sense that Fiorina has been living in this land for a while now and she recognizes this as a scent she has shared space with. And then, slowly, she lowers her head to the ground and grazes on the grass there. It is not as satisfying as rabbit or even wolverine but it is a part of her diet. Fiorina is still thinking about whether or not she should say something - maybe just a few moments more. Even while her head is lowered she keeps a black eye on her new friend, wondering if she’ll take this action as a dismissal or further demonstration that horse is not on the menu for today. Fio could work with both, though mostly she is just curious about how long the silence can stretch before she annoys this stranger. She’s still enjoying this game immensely and she supposes it must end eventually. Just not quite yet.

@[Neverwhere]