03-07-2021, 12:42 PM
Locheed had been watching the little thing meander for hours, slowly tracking her from a range too great for most to see. As the distance and obstacles between them change, her draconic eyes switch from heat signatures to regular without much thought. The dark did not hinder her sight, and neither did a very great distance. She never intended to make herself known; she had no goal or reasoning behind this exercise in silent tracking. She was simply bored.
But her hope that the girl is walking with a purpose seems to be misplaced, and Locheed begins to lose interest. The scaled mare was about to give up her idle game in search of a better one, or dinner, when something catches her eye.
A monster of the sea, something terribly beautiful and equally intriguing, seems to be about to intercept the little palomino. With the water crashing around it, Locheed almost misses that glimpse of the creature's water form. But the now traditionally beautiful mare stepping from the sea is only more intriguing because of it.
She moves closer to the pair, trying to remain unseen and still get a sense for what is passing between the two. Her eyes tell her that some words exchanged, but she had not mastered the skill of reading lips yet. Instead of waiting to see, she picks up a trot and gives up any attempt at stealth.
Locheed, bay and blue, and someone the boys tended to run away from rather than to, don't feel the gap in beauty as she decides to join the pair. Even though she appreciated such things in others, she had never felt their absence for herself. Maybe it came from having a beautiful twin - from her first year, she had spotted and understood the differences in their appearances and the ways others addressed them both so differently. Sweet Laia had filled in all the gaps, and Locheed had only leaned into what she was.
But even her rougher qualities have their limits, she is not as silent as most predators, her body frustratingly equine as it is. The thing that kept her undetectable was usually the sheer distance between herself and whatever it was she was tracking that day.
"It seems like maybe this isn't something you do every day." Her voice seems to betray her as older than she is, aged by years sept curled up in the warmest, smokey nooks of the volcano's sides as she addresses the unsteady kelpie.
She inspects the creature as she halts with her back to the mainland, wondering how fast the teal mare could get those sharp teeth back out, or if they were still there and the trick was in her own mind. But the girl was right to notice the other's unsteadiness, although Locheed had a suspicion that it could be shaken off in an instant for good reason.
Locheed
@[Waverly]