10-27-2020, 04:53 PM
blasphemare
Blasphemare was old, old enough to not care about what others thought of her and what she might say. Sure, there were times that she said something that could easily be construed as silly or stupid, but she did not care. Well, not that she even could if she wanted to, now. So to her, the question of whether they were enjoying summer didn’t really phase her, she didn’t think it stupid or silly, and in fact, saw it for what it was: an attempt at making conversation, just as anyone might do when they asked about the weather.
Normally, Blasphemare would not have been interested in such affairs as the Alliance or quests. What could she possibly want from either? She already has magic, the ultimate prize in the Alliance, and nothing any silly quest could give her could compare. So in that respect, her and Moonlet were alike. The only reason she had participated in Carnage’s quest was because she was bored and Carnage was an old member of Beqanna, like herself. Normally, however, she was much like Moonlet, in that she wandered free of any ties and connections, and enjoyed the few interactions she might have.
Though Blasphemare could not muster up any kind of emotions herself, she could read the emotions of the other mare, and they spoke of curiosity. Far be it for the old mare to not satisfy that curiosity. “Carnage is a fairly foul creature probably as old as Beqanna itself.” Her voice is just as bland as before, and though she speaks ill of the stallion, she knows that she is still fond of him—enough to bear his children. “He left others to do his dirty work in discovering what lay on the other side of this dimension. We came out scarred and with something stolen from us.” At this, she motions to the scars across her black figure, barely visible, but still there.
Then the attention turned to the flies, and the other seemed eager for them to be gone. “I can rid you of them temporarily, but only as long as you are around me.” With that, she conjures up her magic, utilizing the other mare’s shadow to do so, and changes the density of her skin so that the flies could not bite her.
“I doubt anyone was ever a big fan of the flies, except the flies themselves and the parasites that might feed off the flies.” She would have laughed, if she could feel emotion, but once again, that was something that eluded her. When Moonlet shifts her attention to the colt, Blasphemare glances back at him. He is the one thing she has felt some semblance of emotion for. Perhaps it was a sign that her emotions were returning, or perhaps that bond between a mother and her child was something that could not be broken. Either way, she nods in response. “He is adorable.” Normally, she would have said this with a smile and a kind of pride in her voice, but the sentiment was all she could muster. “This is Aqorix.”
At that, the foal stops dancing behind her and peers out shyly from between his mother’s legs, the star on his forehead glimmering. Blasphemare steps aside so that he is no longer hidden behind her, which doesn’t exactly make the foal more comfortable. He looks from her to Moonlet and back again, wondering what he should do. “Hi,” is all he says.
Normally, Blasphemare would not have been interested in such affairs as the Alliance or quests. What could she possibly want from either? She already has magic, the ultimate prize in the Alliance, and nothing any silly quest could give her could compare. So in that respect, her and Moonlet were alike. The only reason she had participated in Carnage’s quest was because she was bored and Carnage was an old member of Beqanna, like herself. Normally, however, she was much like Moonlet, in that she wandered free of any ties and connections, and enjoyed the few interactions she might have.
Though Blasphemare could not muster up any kind of emotions herself, she could read the emotions of the other mare, and they spoke of curiosity. Far be it for the old mare to not satisfy that curiosity. “Carnage is a fairly foul creature probably as old as Beqanna itself.” Her voice is just as bland as before, and though she speaks ill of the stallion, she knows that she is still fond of him—enough to bear his children. “He left others to do his dirty work in discovering what lay on the other side of this dimension. We came out scarred and with something stolen from us.” At this, she motions to the scars across her black figure, barely visible, but still there.
Then the attention turned to the flies, and the other seemed eager for them to be gone. “I can rid you of them temporarily, but only as long as you are around me.” With that, she conjures up her magic, utilizing the other mare’s shadow to do so, and changes the density of her skin so that the flies could not bite her.
“I doubt anyone was ever a big fan of the flies, except the flies themselves and the parasites that might feed off the flies.” She would have laughed, if she could feel emotion, but once again, that was something that eluded her. When Moonlet shifts her attention to the colt, Blasphemare glances back at him. He is the one thing she has felt some semblance of emotion for. Perhaps it was a sign that her emotions were returning, or perhaps that bond between a mother and her child was something that could not be broken. Either way, she nods in response. “He is adorable.” Normally, she would have said this with a smile and a kind of pride in her voice, but the sentiment was all she could muster. “This is Aqorix.”
At that, the foal stops dancing behind her and peers out shyly from between his mother’s legs, the star on his forehead glimmering. Blasphemare steps aside so that he is no longer hidden behind her, which doesn’t exactly make the foal more comfortable. He looks from her to Moonlet and back again, wondering what he should do. “Hi,” is all he says.
Like a fine, aged wine
@[Moonlet]