06-16-2020, 10:16 AM
Their small group is joined by a strange mare and the look of her might once have set Neverwhere's teeth on edge - though perhaps they already are, her reasons for it today are different - but it grows tiring to always rage and riot at the sight of a horse wearing wings or antlers or colors it shouldn't, and she has seen so many strange things now that a purplish slip of mare with antlers is nearly the norm. Her ears flicker, back and forth, as she approaches them, as though to subtly point out the intrusion, but the dapple does not comment on it - what footing would she have, she so rarely bothers with that sort of social nicety, either. And it is just as well, if this stranger has information on the taming - at least - of Wolfbane.
"Keep him in one shape? How?" And which of the boys, she wonders. Not Pteron, certainly, hiding in the woods with dreamy Aegean and, by now, their child. Another one, then, but she has only met Lilli's boys, and they are so young to be engaged in that sort of adventure. The mare's next suggestion is simply to get rid of the children and Neverwhere snorts something a little too close to a laugh, a little too close to amusement. She deflects as Brennen turns to look at her, swinging her head to nip at a fly landing on her shoulder. Her lips brush against the needle-thin tooth still lodged there and her thoughts turn away from the conversation. Why has she left it there all this time? It had become an afterthought, now it blazes bright at the forefront of things while Brennen scolds the lavender mare. Pale eyes jump suddenly to meet Leilan's.
"He's a pain in a lot more places than that." And the skin of the pierced shoulder jumps as if to draw attention to the still-pink scars, as if preparing for the next moment. Neverwhere bares her teeth again suddenly, and bites down on the snapped-off end of the piscine tooth, jerking it from the half-healed place in her skin, and spits it, snarling, to the ground. The ragged wound bleeds freely and she turns back to the other mare. "I suppose your magic trick doesn't give them the ability to choose a form, does it? Because if so, one I can crush underfoot would be ideal."
Wherewolf has stuck close to Leilan for much of the conversation, only darting occasional looks at Brennen and then the antlered mare, but, outwardly, at least, they are not nearly so interesting as the ice dragon with his scales and ice and shadows, but now he looks up when the sharp metallic scent of blood tints the air of their small circle. Blood runs down Neverwhere's leg and though she already seems to have forgotten it, it incites a small panic in him. His heart quickens in his chest and small wings flare slightly out from his sides - the right more than the left. The gold-dappled boy presses against Leilan's side until the warmth of his body softens the frost there and dampens his own thick coat.
There was another time recently that the scents of Wolfbane and Neverwhere and blood intermingled and it dances at the edge of his memory, but he can't bring it forward.
For her part, Neverwhere does not miss the change in his attitude, but she does not remark on it.
"A part of Nerine, then, until this nonsense is done. For anyone that needs the protection, he has grudges in the North that will bring him here even beyond the interest he seems to have in his kin."
"Keep him in one shape? How?" And which of the boys, she wonders. Not Pteron, certainly, hiding in the woods with dreamy Aegean and, by now, their child. Another one, then, but she has only met Lilli's boys, and they are so young to be engaged in that sort of adventure. The mare's next suggestion is simply to get rid of the children and Neverwhere snorts something a little too close to a laugh, a little too close to amusement. She deflects as Brennen turns to look at her, swinging her head to nip at a fly landing on her shoulder. Her lips brush against the needle-thin tooth still lodged there and her thoughts turn away from the conversation. Why has she left it there all this time? It had become an afterthought, now it blazes bright at the forefront of things while Brennen scolds the lavender mare. Pale eyes jump suddenly to meet Leilan's.
"He's a pain in a lot more places than that." And the skin of the pierced shoulder jumps as if to draw attention to the still-pink scars, as if preparing for the next moment. Neverwhere bares her teeth again suddenly, and bites down on the snapped-off end of the piscine tooth, jerking it from the half-healed place in her skin, and spits it, snarling, to the ground. The ragged wound bleeds freely and she turns back to the other mare. "I suppose your magic trick doesn't give them the ability to choose a form, does it? Because if so, one I can crush underfoot would be ideal."
Wherewolf has stuck close to Leilan for much of the conversation, only darting occasional looks at Brennen and then the antlered mare, but, outwardly, at least, they are not nearly so interesting as the ice dragon with his scales and ice and shadows, but now he looks up when the sharp metallic scent of blood tints the air of their small circle. Blood runs down Neverwhere's leg and though she already seems to have forgotten it, it incites a small panic in him. His heart quickens in his chest and small wings flare slightly out from his sides - the right more than the left. The gold-dappled boy presses against Leilan's side until the warmth of his body softens the frost there and dampens his own thick coat.
There was another time recently that the scents of Wolfbane and Neverwhere and blood intermingled and it dances at the edge of his memory, but he can't bring it forward.
For her part, Neverwhere does not miss the change in his attitude, but she does not remark on it.
"A part of Nerine, then, until this nonsense is done. For anyone that needs the protection, he has grudges in the North that will bring him here even beyond the interest he seems to have in his kin."
Neverwhere
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