It probably sounded so stupid to ask if they were enjoying the summer. Sometimes, she thought she did well enough with conversations and other times, like now, are just questionable moments for her. But she smiles on, blithely and highly intent on ignoring the flies that come to find her but seem to curiously leave the black mare alone. Well, more so as they seem to like Moonlet quite a bit.
Moonlet though, is unaware of Carnage and the Alliance, of warriors and quests, and the like. Such news doesn’t have much of an effect on her. She roams as she pleases, subject to only her whims and those of the world around but it usually just passes her by. Oddly, she’s okay with that and lacking any motivation to make something of herself because the few interactions she has had, have been more interesting than anything else.
This one seems like it will be the same as the colt plays beneath the shelter of his mother’s tail and the mare answers her. The answer, while satisfying is also confusing and seems rather bland like the mare lacks much feeling. It’s just a simple observation but felt like she was giving the same amount of concern to what she said as she would the flies that followed after Moonlet. She focuses on the answer that has piqued her curiosity —
“Who is Carnage? And that seems a terrible fate to result from a quest! Quests should be successes that end in riches of some sort for the victor,” she blathers on, not even knowing what a true quest in Beqanna was like even though she was born here. Quests had never been a topic of conversation between her mother and her. Same about this Carnage-fellow. Moonlet was eager to learn though, it showed in the tilt of her ears towards the mare and the shine in her eyes.
“You can do that, fix the problem with the flies?” Now she’s in awe because that must mean the mare is some type of magical creature and it is rare to encounter those. At least she thinks so. It might be more commonplace for others to know magicians but this is the first one that Moonlet has met. Golly though, to be rid of the flies! Even for a little while would just be about as good as finding the last yummy apple before the season ends!
[b[“Nice to meet you Blasphemare, I’m Moonlet.” [/b]she responds in kind, still smiling. “Sorry, I’ve never been a big fan of flies. I don’t think any of us really are. I suppose they serve of some importance somewhere in the grand scheme of things but…” then she trails off, caught by the antics of the little colt and she laughs.
“He’s adorable!”
It’s always nice to compliment a child to his mother.
@[Blasphemare]