09-08-2021, 02:59 PM
Nereza eyes Reave curiously; despite his appearance, there is something about his demeanor that seems soft, but certainly not weak. Gentle enough to soothe, but strong enough to make them bleed; he has seen the horrible things the Pixie spoke of and managed to survive despite them. Surely, no one comes out of encounters like that the same—she remembers fangs, and blood, and pain, and that unbearable ache in her chest caused by betrayal. But then the memory is gone again, she forgets once more, and thinks the way her eyes water has something to do with the weather.
(Somewhere, a certain Lady of the Woods sighs in relief.)
“When I’m ready to see them, I’ll come find you,” her words hang in the air like a solemn promise, and it is, though she hasn’t quite realized it yet. She’ll want to know how to be gentle like him some day; first, though, the hidden monsters in their world would make her strong.
Oop pops into existence at Obscene’s side, opposite of the ball of light when he asks if she has ties to the Fae. ‘He knows,’ the pixie mouths, gesturing with his nose and front hooves between the beautiful stallion and his companion. Nereza can tell there is something serious about this revelation, but cannot help the big grin that forces itself across her mouth. Their compliments seem to fall on deaf ears, which works in her favor; she isn’t used to anyone telling her she’s beautiful, much less males, and doesn’t want to start squirming again. Oop rolls his ruby red eyes, muttering insults aimed at her for being so immature under his breath, and she coughs to conceal her laughter.
“It’s true,” she admits, following Oop with her eyes as he flutters between them. Nereza doesn’t turn her attention back to the two recruiters until the chubby pink creature disappears once more. “Are you Fae?” The spotted girl wonders aloud, giving her tail an absentminded flick. She doesn’t know much about them, besides Oop, and he’d been attached to her since giving her his light though the glow isn’t visible now during the day.
Still, she digresses.
“I know what the Field is for,” she tells them, Oop floating past her head—angry, rotting. He always rots whenever he is upset with her. He wants her to hurry. A home would be safer. “You both give me the impression that your time is very valuable, so tell me, what opportunities do your lands provide?”
“Asks all the questions,” Oop murmurs, floating past her head, unseen by all except Nereza and Wisp.. “Seeks out all the answers.”
“What do they value? What do they treasure? Can you teach me to fight?” Nereza asks the last question with a pointed grin; somewhere behind her, Oop cackles.
“You?! Fight?!” He howls with laughter.
Nereza snorts, shaking her head; the pixie can laugh all he wants, which he does, flopping and kicking and snorting through the air, unable to contain it. If they insisted on calling her a flower, so be it, she will be a rose and all who know her will learn to mind her thorns.
@Obscene @Reave
(I wrote this from my phone, I am so sorry.)
(Somewhere, a certain Lady of the Woods sighs in relief.)
“When I’m ready to see them, I’ll come find you,” her words hang in the air like a solemn promise, and it is, though she hasn’t quite realized it yet. She’ll want to know how to be gentle like him some day; first, though, the hidden monsters in their world would make her strong.
Oop pops into existence at Obscene’s side, opposite of the ball of light when he asks if she has ties to the Fae. ‘He knows,’ the pixie mouths, gesturing with his nose and front hooves between the beautiful stallion and his companion. Nereza can tell there is something serious about this revelation, but cannot help the big grin that forces itself across her mouth. Their compliments seem to fall on deaf ears, which works in her favor; she isn’t used to anyone telling her she’s beautiful, much less males, and doesn’t want to start squirming again. Oop rolls his ruby red eyes, muttering insults aimed at her for being so immature under his breath, and she coughs to conceal her laughter.
“It’s true,” she admits, following Oop with her eyes as he flutters between them. Nereza doesn’t turn her attention back to the two recruiters until the chubby pink creature disappears once more. “Are you Fae?” The spotted girl wonders aloud, giving her tail an absentminded flick. She doesn’t know much about them, besides Oop, and he’d been attached to her since giving her his light though the glow isn’t visible now during the day.
Still, she digresses.
“I know what the Field is for,” she tells them, Oop floating past her head—angry, rotting. He always rots whenever he is upset with her. He wants her to hurry. A home would be safer. “You both give me the impression that your time is very valuable, so tell me, what opportunities do your lands provide?”
“Asks all the questions,” Oop murmurs, floating past her head, unseen by all except Nereza and Wisp.. “Seeks out all the answers.”
“What do they value? What do they treasure? Can you teach me to fight?” Nereza asks the last question with a pointed grin; somewhere behind her, Oop cackles.
“You?! Fight?!” He howls with laughter.
Nereza snorts, shaking her head; the pixie can laugh all he wants, which he does, flopping and kicking and snorting through the air, unable to contain it. If they insisted on calling her a flower, so be it, she will be a rose and all who know her will learn to mind her thorns.
@Obscene @Reave
(I wrote this from my phone, I am so sorry.)