05-29-2021, 02:45 PM
Really, Melia was content to fume on her own. She had always preferred the company of herself and nature to others. When she first heard squelching hoofsteps behind her, she just hoped they’d move along. But they didn’t. They came closer, closer until a soaking dark stallion appeared before her.
Just great.
He seemed to be having a good enough time as he approached the pine she sheltered under. Forest green eyes looked him over, and it wasn’t the striking white markings on his dark coat, nor was it the softly glowing mist that seemed to emanate off of him, but the scars that stuck out to Melia. She could respect them. He had his warrior marks, as she did. Despite this newfound thread of respect, her expression remained sour with her analysis and her posture remained guarded.
As he poked his head in, it was that smirk on his face that led to a darkening of expression from the buckskin tobiano. If it was meant to push her buttons, it certainly hit at least one of them, but in spite of that, perhaps due to her recognition of his fellow status as a warrior, perhaps due to her displacement and lack of purpose, she gave a very uncharacteristic response to his query.
“Go ahead.” Her voice was low, gruff, and aside from keeping an eye on him as he came under the evergreen’s boughs, she barely acknowledged his presence. As far as she was concerned, they were two strangers waiting for a storm to pass.
@[Chemdog]
Just great.
He seemed to be having a good enough time as he approached the pine she sheltered under. Forest green eyes looked him over, and it wasn’t the striking white markings on his dark coat, nor was it the softly glowing mist that seemed to emanate off of him, but the scars that stuck out to Melia. She could respect them. He had his warrior marks, as she did. Despite this newfound thread of respect, her expression remained sour with her analysis and her posture remained guarded.
As he poked his head in, it was that smirk on his face that led to a darkening of expression from the buckskin tobiano. If it was meant to push her buttons, it certainly hit at least one of them, but in spite of that, perhaps due to her recognition of his fellow status as a warrior, perhaps due to her displacement and lack of purpose, she gave a very uncharacteristic response to his query.
“Go ahead.” Her voice was low, gruff, and aside from keeping an eye on him as he came under the evergreen’s boughs, she barely acknowledged his presence. As far as she was concerned, they were two strangers waiting for a storm to pass.
@[Chemdog]