[open] our dreams, they are made out of real things

[Tavani]

The slight breeze that follows her everywhere toys with her dark mane as she watches the winged mare approach, feeling absolute delight and pausing her wandering in order to face her. She’s gotten more used to seeing wings on horses of all shapes and sizes and colours since arriving here so none of the unkind, traitorous thoughts she had been raised with flick through her mind (or, at least, they are so quiet that they are easy to ignore). Tavani has only just gotten the chance to enjoy the happiness at having someone talk to her when someone else approaches. She assumes a brother at first, based on the similarities, but is surprised when the introductions clear up the relation right away - and Xii introduces Mojave as her son. A parent and their child just… existing together, as adults? She had seen some strange things in Beqanna, and grown accustomed to almost all of them, but this one is perhaps the strangest of them all. This tiny little fact does not ruin her good mood but it does spin inside of her head while she offers her own name, her black-and-sky eyes smiling at them through the strange combination of incredulity and jealousy within her. “I’m Tavani.” She should say that it is nice to meet them, which it is, or remark on the beauty of the day, another truth, but these niceties don’t have a chance against the subject she most wants to ask. So Tavani does, taking care that her tone shows more of her curiosity than judgment. “Do you two travel together a lot?” tavani