EIRLYS
She considers his question. Because while the answer in actuality is simple and honest, it isn’t an answer that clicks with her. Is Beqanna her last resort? Technically, it is, yeah. But the mare knows that, realistically, there is a wide range of places left to go. Things just didn’t feel that way.
She might as well answer him — at this point in time she has probably been pondering her response for more than a couple minutes. ”Elsewhere. I have only just discovered Beqanna.” The ears prick forward upon registration with the stallions proceeding words. Her eyes sidle off to the side, downcast. Eirlys is no pessimist, but even so his words strike her as completely reasonable.
”I suppose I should move forward, hm? My family wasn’t worth the attention anyway and they still are not.” And she’s going to leave it at that, the words quick and crisp. She only wants to prove herself true to her own words: her family story deserves no explanation nor does it deserve her worries and panic attacks. To further abandon the thought, Eirlys peers down at her own hooves. They’re still caked in dirt — a disgusting sight.
”I had better go cleanse myself off; you would know of a nearby river perhaps, hm? Your coat is quite sleek, if I do say so myself, so feel free to come with.” Her eyes rove the flowery grasses and she braves a step forward. Her tail beckons for the male.
”I should prolly introduce myself,” she begins a moment later. ”My name is Eirlys. A pleasure to meet you..” She lets her soft eyes blink into his from her position a few feet away.
She might as well answer him — at this point in time she has probably been pondering her response for more than a couple minutes. ”Elsewhere. I have only just discovered Beqanna.” The ears prick forward upon registration with the stallions proceeding words. Her eyes sidle off to the side, downcast. Eirlys is no pessimist, but even so his words strike her as completely reasonable.
”I suppose I should move forward, hm? My family wasn’t worth the attention anyway and they still are not.” And she’s going to leave it at that, the words quick and crisp. She only wants to prove herself true to her own words: her family story deserves no explanation nor does it deserve her worries and panic attacks. To further abandon the thought, Eirlys peers down at her own hooves. They’re still caked in dirt — a disgusting sight.
”I had better go cleanse myself off; you would know of a nearby river perhaps, hm? Your coat is quite sleek, if I do say so myself, so feel free to come with.” Her eyes rove the flowery grasses and she braves a step forward. Her tail beckons for the male.
”I should prolly introduce myself,” she begins a moment later. ”My name is Eirlys. A pleasure to meet you..” She lets her soft eyes blink into his from her position a few feet away.
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