A daintily-tipped ear flicks to the side, listening for whatever beckoned to the autumn-marked girl. Elegance even turns her head slightly to the side - away from her new companion - as if the sound might have a shape to follow. There is only the rustle of the leaves, the gentle sway of the wind as it passed through the forest, and the winged child peers curiously back at this girl who had been wandering the forest. ELEGANCE
"I think I hear the wind sometimes," she muses softly. Elegance had been brought up to listen for it. The striped girl had been told stories of her ancestors and Ellie even fancies that she can hear the murmurs of the Old Ones when it comes breezing by. Stories about a time when their ancestors could use it to predict futures and ease suffering and point them towards destiny.
"But all it sounds like is whispers."
Turning her attention back to the girl, Ellie gave a slight shake of her head and caught herself admiring the flowers in the dark mane of the other. A half-smile quirked like a crescent moon lingered against her pale mouth, "I like to call them my stars." She says this like it is some great secret; she says this like they are something far more interesting than the little insects they are. But Elegance, who had been part of a set of twins, finds she enjoys this small thing that makes her a little different.
Just a little unique.
"But they are just little bugs," says the little pegasus. Her blue eyes brighten and the shy smile turns into the beginning of a grin. "I've never seen anybody like you."
She wonders momentarily if this will be rude to ask but her fascination wins out and so she asks: "what are you?"
@[holocene]