08-07-2020, 02:44 PM
is this the end of everything?
STRAIA
or is it just a new way to bleed?
Like calls to like. Maybe it’s just the old blood in their veins (literal and figurative) that connects them, magic given from the same source. Maybe there is something more alike than that though, something deeper than just a connection by magic and age. She could dig into the other mare’s mind, but of course, the other could do the same to her (or they could just block each other). So she doesn’t, because she is not here for that reason but to satisfy her curiosity in the old fashioned way. It is much more fun.
”We all have stories,” she says, her voice still a deep purr, but clearly amused. She does have a story to tell, but she is not going to give it so easily.
But before they can talk much more, there is another that joins them, asking just how old. Straia chuckles, amber eyes turning to gaze at the girl who...well, maybe she belongs with them, in a way. But not with an overbearing father still ordering her about (though Straia does not dig enough to find out this detail; not yet, anyway).
The other mare asks her own question, a probing one, and Straia leaves the topic alone, happy to let someone else do the work for her. ”Hasn’t anyone told you it’s impolite to ask a lady her age? One day, when you are older, you will understand.” It is clear she is amused, not angry though. ”I am old enough that age has ceased to matter. Instead, it is about the world I once knew. It is not this one.”
”We all have stories,” she says, her voice still a deep purr, but clearly amused. She does have a story to tell, but she is not going to give it so easily.
But before they can talk much more, there is another that joins them, asking just how old. Straia chuckles, amber eyes turning to gaze at the girl who...well, maybe she belongs with them, in a way. But not with an overbearing father still ordering her about (though Straia does not dig enough to find out this detail; not yet, anyway).
The other mare asks her own question, a probing one, and Straia leaves the topic alone, happy to let someone else do the work for her. ”Hasn’t anyone told you it’s impolite to ask a lady her age? One day, when you are older, you will understand.” It is clear she is amused, not angry though. ”I am old enough that age has ceased to matter. Instead, it is about the world I once knew. It is not this one.”
@[Greta]
Use of mild power playing is allowed; no injuries without permission