01-02-2021, 05:03 PM
CH. 5 - Looking forward to tomorrow
“Oh,” Ionia’s eyes stopped fluttering, “Er, Gale. Right.” She laughed awkwardly.
Inside, she was shriveling up like a kettle-cooked lizard. He wasn’t Balto at all - feckin’ embarrassing. Swing and a miss, and now Gale was peering off toward home and Ionia was lookin’ anywhere but wherever his eyes went. She coughed up a plume of dark smoke, cleared her throat, and uh… did her best to shuffle like she was ready to be on her way again too. This was one encounter she wouldn’t mind forgettin’.
To her surprise, however, Gale invited her to come visit his home - Islandres - and Ionia felt the inner corners of her eyes pinchin’ together in a mix of bewilderment and disbelief. One, because he’d invited her back in the first place. Not like she hadn’t thought about a little rendezvous, but now she felt kinda obligated to. Two, because he’d mentioned there was a “watch”.
A watch? Watchin’ what exactly? Last time she’d been there, Island Re- she means, Islandres had been deader than a rock. Lonely and ghostly-like, all quiet and overburdened by insects what bit and annoyed ya. Not eh, not exactly her kinda place. But he seemed insistent on getting a reply outta her; Gale’s body was frozen in motion, and Ionia was just standin’ there with a dumb look on her face.
So she said, “Sure, sure. Why not?” Replacing the earlier look of confusion with a sincere-looking smile. Maybe the place was hopping now, a hot commodity since fresh blood (and good-looking at that) had moved in and set up shop. “Next spring. Keep an eye out for me.” Ionia grinned prettily and nodded her head, not at all concerned by the possibility of what could happen in a year’s short time. Mare’s these days only knew party, eat grass, make baby, and then get rid of baby.
What was the worst that could happen?
“Well,” She said, sliding past the larger brute, “See ya around, Gale the alliance horse.” Ionia laughed gently, and her blue tail swung out in a cascade of hair like falling water as she walked by.
Inside, she was shriveling up like a kettle-cooked lizard. He wasn’t Balto at all - feckin’ embarrassing. Swing and a miss, and now Gale was peering off toward home and Ionia was lookin’ anywhere but wherever his eyes went. She coughed up a plume of dark smoke, cleared her throat, and uh… did her best to shuffle like she was ready to be on her way again too. This was one encounter she wouldn’t mind forgettin’.
To her surprise, however, Gale invited her to come visit his home - Islandres - and Ionia felt the inner corners of her eyes pinchin’ together in a mix of bewilderment and disbelief. One, because he’d invited her back in the first place. Not like she hadn’t thought about a little rendezvous, but now she felt kinda obligated to. Two, because he’d mentioned there was a “watch”.
A watch? Watchin’ what exactly? Last time she’d been there, Island Re- she means, Islandres had been deader than a rock. Lonely and ghostly-like, all quiet and overburdened by insects what bit and annoyed ya. Not eh, not exactly her kinda place. But he seemed insistent on getting a reply outta her; Gale’s body was frozen in motion, and Ionia was just standin’ there with a dumb look on her face.
So she said, “Sure, sure. Why not?” Replacing the earlier look of confusion with a sincere-looking smile. Maybe the place was hopping now, a hot commodity since fresh blood (and good-looking at that) had moved in and set up shop. “Next spring. Keep an eye out for me.” Ionia grinned prettily and nodded her head, not at all concerned by the possibility of what could happen in a year’s short time. Mare’s these days only knew party, eat grass, make baby, and then get rid of baby.
What was the worst that could happen?
“Well,” She said, sliding past the larger brute, “See ya around, Gale the alliance horse.” Ionia laughed gently, and her blue tail swung out in a cascade of hair like falling water as she walked by.
@[Gale]
Powerplay: Yes! | Injuries: Will bite back >:)