02-02-2022, 09:15 PM
She never really knew how a stranger would take her forward and bold nature, but thanks to equal parts overconfidence and naivety, she was rarely worried about it. While she had not inherited her mother’s mind reading or her father’s dragon attributes, she had not been left without her own devices. Because, much to her mother’s delight, she had inherited Starsin’s most explosive ability, and Stargaze had grown up honing her skill by shattering various objects around Silver Cove. It was intoxicating, the rush that she felt every time a seashell or piece of driftwood was reduced to dust by a mere tilt of her head or blink of her bright blue eyes.
She had never harmed a living creature, of course, but she could not deny that she was intrigued by her mother’s more vicious use of the trait. They had all been out of necessity, Starsin had assured her—Casimira for attacking Ophanim, and Ghaul for his slaughter of Jenova and later attacking Ophanim and Malone.
Admittedly, there was a small part of her—that naive part—that was reckless with strangers because it opened the door to the opportunity to just see what it’s like, to shatter something that is alive.
But the stallion before her seems relatively harmless, or at the very least, not likely to attack her.
That was a real letdown but she lets the disappointment roll off of her, and she responds to his offer with a humored laugh that still never quite lost its sharp edge. “Nothing is getting rubbed, I promise you that,” but the simper that lifted at the corner of her dark lips suggested she could perhaps be persuaded otherwise. He was handsome, and she was not blind to the way he looked at her or that roguish smile of his. It had been awhile since anyone had succeeded in charming her, and she enjoyed flirtatious banter just as much as anyone.
She wasn’t going to reject him entirely, but he couldn’t have a prize without playing at least a little bit of the game first.
“I can’t get in the water, I’ll melt,” she says in response to that suggestive grin of his, though she has already slipped forward and was now standing just at the edge of the pool. Extending a slender foreleg she lowers it into the water, and just as she does she allows that single leg to dissolve into fairy dust, before pulling it back and placing a solid hoof on the ground. “See?” she says with an all too innocent smile and eyes that glitter just a little too bright. “Made of pure sugar.”
She had never harmed a living creature, of course, but she could not deny that she was intrigued by her mother’s more vicious use of the trait. They had all been out of necessity, Starsin had assured her—Casimira for attacking Ophanim, and Ghaul for his slaughter of Jenova and later attacking Ophanim and Malone.
Admittedly, there was a small part of her—that naive part—that was reckless with strangers because it opened the door to the opportunity to just see what it’s like, to shatter something that is alive.
But the stallion before her seems relatively harmless, or at the very least, not likely to attack her.
That was a real letdown but she lets the disappointment roll off of her, and she responds to his offer with a humored laugh that still never quite lost its sharp edge. “Nothing is getting rubbed, I promise you that,” but the simper that lifted at the corner of her dark lips suggested she could perhaps be persuaded otherwise. He was handsome, and she was not blind to the way he looked at her or that roguish smile of his. It had been awhile since anyone had succeeded in charming her, and she enjoyed flirtatious banter just as much as anyone.
She wasn’t going to reject him entirely, but he couldn’t have a prize without playing at least a little bit of the game first.
“I can’t get in the water, I’ll melt,” she says in response to that suggestive grin of his, though she has already slipped forward and was now standing just at the edge of the pool. Extending a slender foreleg she lowers it into the water, and just as she does she allows that single leg to dissolve into fairy dust, before pulling it back and placing a solid hoof on the ground. “See?” she says with an all too innocent smile and eyes that glitter just a little too bright. “Made of pure sugar.”
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