06-16-2020, 11:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 06-16-2020, 11:28 PM by Neverwhere.)
Slowly, pieces come together. She's returned to Nerine, spoken to Brennen, found Ama. Some few things still lay out of reach, but when her eyes fall on the spotted form of Eurwen, another clicks into place. Neverwhere does not call as others might, she doesn't rush to greet Eurwen or the purple-eyed mare who smells of redwood sap. Her footsteps call enough attention, clipping against the bare stone peeking out from the thin layer of soil thats pads the southern edge of Nerine.
Her expression is the usual, a slight scowl where scar tissue tugs at her lips, and an ear trained back - as much because this is her normal as because it tracks the sound of a boy sleeping in the grass nearby. There is no obvious change to her demeanor, but when she is close enough that frowning muzzle touches briefly against Eurwen's agitated shoulder before turning pale eyes onto the buckskin mare. Another Taigan she doesn't know, but important enough for Eurwen to beckon her out of the fog.
What mess will the kingswood lay at her feet today, she wonders.
Her expression is the usual, a slight scowl where scar tissue tugs at her lips, and an ear trained back - as much because this is her normal as because it tracks the sound of a boy sleeping in the grass nearby. There is no obvious change to her demeanor, but when she is close enough that frowning muzzle touches briefly against Eurwen's agitated shoulder before turning pale eyes onto the buckskin mare. Another Taigan she doesn't know, but important enough for Eurwen to beckon her out of the fog.
What mess will the kingswood lay at her feet today, she wonders.
Neverwhere
This is the table equivalent of pajamas
@[Eurwen] - shorty short post, just moving things along lol
