05-30-2021, 02:10 PM
As she gave the stranger before her a once-over, something within his black tresses seemed to move, something that Melia could catch the ghost of but wasn’t quite sure what it was, until the serpent's white-tipped face brushed aside the stallion’s mane to look at her properly. Melia covered the initial shock, her face unmoving, save for a slight tip of her brow before the iridescent python slipped off the white-marked ebony stallion’s shoulder and into the underbrush.
She scowled, and that devious grin on his face shrunk. As the expression disappeared off his face, hers went back from dark glowering to simple displeasure. It was nice to know that someone understood her silent ques and bothered to listen to them. Her smidgen of respect for the ivory-splotched stallion solidified as he started to duck into the tree beside her.
Although her face remained turned outward, towards the rain and the rest of the meadow, she turned an ear towards him and watched his movements in her peripheral. So long as he understood she didn’t want a conversation and didn’t want anything to do with any kind of romance, they’d get along just fine.
A silence remained for a moment before he made an offer. A place to get out of the rain. His home that he called Silver Cove. For a moment, her father’s blood boiled in her veins. Something about the way he said it, as if she wanted or needed someone to be close to and ‘together’ with anyone - it just wasn’t going to happen.
But Melia had always been pragmatic.
She had nothing right now, and a home, somewhere to be, some kind of schedule to return to, was certainly a lot better than what she had now. The man beside her was… tolerable, at least, and from Melia, that was high praise indeed.
She took in a breath of the cool rainy air to collect herself before she looked towards him, met her green eyes to his teal and responded, “That’s fine. But I have one condition,” she let her words hang and narrowed her gaze slightly, “I am a warrior. Not a herdmare.” Melia would have nothing to do with having children or doting on others - it had never been who she was. She would gladly assist with patrols and whatever else she was asked, but wanted to be firmly left out of the way of conversations or politics.
Any response she got was fine. If he wouldn’t accept her condition, then she would be fine sitting in stormy silence until the rain passed and they could both be on their way. If he did, then she would be fine abiding by orders and finding some semblance of her old life again. It really made no difference to her.
@[Chemdog]
She scowled, and that devious grin on his face shrunk. As the expression disappeared off his face, hers went back from dark glowering to simple displeasure. It was nice to know that someone understood her silent ques and bothered to listen to them. Her smidgen of respect for the ivory-splotched stallion solidified as he started to duck into the tree beside her.
Although her face remained turned outward, towards the rain and the rest of the meadow, she turned an ear towards him and watched his movements in her peripheral. So long as he understood she didn’t want a conversation and didn’t want anything to do with any kind of romance, they’d get along just fine.
A silence remained for a moment before he made an offer. A place to get out of the rain. His home that he called Silver Cove. For a moment, her father’s blood boiled in her veins. Something about the way he said it, as if she wanted or needed someone to be close to and ‘together’ with anyone - it just wasn’t going to happen.
But Melia had always been pragmatic.
She had nothing right now, and a home, somewhere to be, some kind of schedule to return to, was certainly a lot better than what she had now. The man beside her was… tolerable, at least, and from Melia, that was high praise indeed.
She took in a breath of the cool rainy air to collect herself before she looked towards him, met her green eyes to his teal and responded, “That’s fine. But I have one condition,” she let her words hang and narrowed her gaze slightly, “I am a warrior. Not a herdmare.” Melia would have nothing to do with having children or doting on others - it had never been who she was. She would gladly assist with patrols and whatever else she was asked, but wanted to be firmly left out of the way of conversations or politics.
Any response she got was fine. If he wouldn’t accept her condition, then she would be fine sitting in stormy silence until the rain passed and they could both be on their way. If he did, then she would be fine abiding by orders and finding some semblance of her old life again. It really made no difference to her.
@[Chemdog]