There's a song in your lung and a dream in your eye.
She hadn’t intended to be a part of their small meeting, hadn’t realized she would be right in the middle of things when she had chosen this place to try and get a few hours of sleep. But of course, since she is here, she cannot help but listen in. They hadn’t realized she was an inadvertent attendee of this meeting. She had been sleeping, at least for a moment. But their voices had woken her. Fortunately she hadn’t lain down for this nap, so it is a simple matter of stepping out of the foliage.
He skin is dark at the moment, no hint of light leaking from the cracks. Nor does she allow it to now that she is fully awake and aware. She doesn’t wish to frighten the child after all. Lagertha she had recognized immediately, the cadence of her voice easily recognizable. And though she has seen the mare with the jaguar spots before, they have not yet had the opportunity to meet.
She had caught most of their conversation thus far, enough to know the filly is the spotted mare’s (Liz, Lagertha had called her) niece and that the girl had been rescued from an abusive situation. The filly is settled into the nearby underbrush, exhaustion written clearly into every line of her small body. Her golden eyes flash as a hint of anger rises. That anyone could abuse a woman, much less a child, is despicable. She has half a mind to find this Gryffen character for herself, to teach him some respect.
But this is neither the time nor the place for such things. She gives a brief nod to the two women before approaching the curled up filly. She is slow, careful in her approach, so as not to frighten the girl. Dropping her muzzle, brushes it gently against the dark filly’s shoulder, offering her best attempt at a comforting gesture.
Hello. I’m Joscelin.
Joscelin
Tiphon x Elysteria