06-25-2020, 02:35 PM
Sarcasm was such an odd sensation. It was almost like deceit, almost like humor, and she could never quite decide what it was more of. Her brow creased lightly, until she shook her head and decided to simply take the words at face value.
"No, thank you," she grimaced. "There's quite enough of that going around as it is." The tip of her pink tongue stuck out impishly. There were far better things to feel, and she was partial to the warmth of companionship that was slowly filling the spaces between them. She breathed him in lightly, her own velvety muzzle brushing just so against his own coarser whiskers. They tickled her nose and made her smile faintly.
Niceties observed, she rocked back on her heels, letting the air flow between them again. For all that her world was forever tinted in shades of blue, she could still tell that he was golden, and she liked him for that. Pity was kept out of her voice when she spoke again, but only just. "Not really. I know my Auntie Wen had visited her, but they don't tell me much..." What they felt was another matter, but Ama didn't want to tell him that her spotted aunt had been reeling with disbelief and sorrow when she'd returned from her trip east. That the mare had radiated worry. Instead, she bit her lip.
Amarine found little point in lying. It was so easy to see through, when you knew what you were looking for, even without the emotional cues. Just then though, she wanted to lie, and tell this gleaming goat boy that she was sure his mother would be alright. That she would return whole and healthy, and it would be like she'd never left. It wasn't true though. Neverwhere had left, and she still didn't know when or even if she'd return. She knew she'd lost something when she'd lost that rugged mare. And they weren't even really related.
She wouldn't lie to him, but maybe... Maybe she could help, just a little. Just enough. Her eyes glowed softly from within as she sought the right emotions inside herself. Hope. Bravery. And just a touch of Love. Love was what drove most creatures, she'd been learning, in one way or another. The cocktail of feelings emanted from her like a twirling skirt, contained with care. He could touch it, or not, as he wished.
@[Yanhua]
"No, thank you," she grimaced. "There's quite enough of that going around as it is." The tip of her pink tongue stuck out impishly. There were far better things to feel, and she was partial to the warmth of companionship that was slowly filling the spaces between them. She breathed him in lightly, her own velvety muzzle brushing just so against his own coarser whiskers. They tickled her nose and made her smile faintly.
Niceties observed, she rocked back on her heels, letting the air flow between them again. For all that her world was forever tinted in shades of blue, she could still tell that he was golden, and she liked him for that. Pity was kept out of her voice when she spoke again, but only just. "Not really. I know my Auntie Wen had visited her, but they don't tell me much..." What they felt was another matter, but Ama didn't want to tell him that her spotted aunt had been reeling with disbelief and sorrow when she'd returned from her trip east. That the mare had radiated worry. Instead, she bit her lip.
Amarine found little point in lying. It was so easy to see through, when you knew what you were looking for, even without the emotional cues. Just then though, she wanted to lie, and tell this gleaming goat boy that she was sure his mother would be alright. That she would return whole and healthy, and it would be like she'd never left. It wasn't true though. Neverwhere had left, and she still didn't know when or even if she'd return. She knew she'd lost something when she'd lost that rugged mare. And they weren't even really related.
She wouldn't lie to him, but maybe... Maybe she could help, just a little. Just enough. Her eyes glowed softly from within as she sought the right emotions inside herself. Hope. Bravery. And just a touch of Love. Love was what drove most creatures, she'd been learning, in one way or another. The cocktail of feelings emanted from her like a twirling skirt, contained with care. He could touch it, or not, as he wished.
@[Yanhua]