03-18-2024, 01:31 PM
Her rude greeting goes over better, if stranger, than she expected. There’s an introduction - and then a repeating of ‘your face’. For a brief moment, Sokali is insulted - what is wrong with her face? This thing was going to try to insult her - before a tiny crumb of common sense wiggles its way into her brain and she realizes he is just parroting back what she had said to him.
“Oh.” And then Sokali laughs - because what else would you do when you’ve clearly made a fumble. She is embarrassed and fascinated all at once. There is still a prickle of fear somewhere down her spine but she continues to ignore it.
There is danger everywhere, surely this Creecher wasn’t so different. Her silver eyes roam the sharp edges of his body but note the presence of hooves. This is still one of them, and whether or not it was actually safe - that fact alone did make some of her wariness drift away like tufts of fur on the wind.
(Floating but reluctant to do so, clinging to nearly every damn thing in an attempt to not leave. Such lovely imagery.)
The part-horse, part-predator status of this Creecher does absolutely nothing to clear up whether or not she is caught in one of her dreams. It is just odd enough that her mind may have produced him.
“I’m Sokali.” She states a little more clearly, ducking her head in a quick nod - her silver eyes alight with amusement.
And then - “Are you a dream, Creecher?”
“Oh.” And then Sokali laughs - because what else would you do when you’ve clearly made a fumble. She is embarrassed and fascinated all at once. There is still a prickle of fear somewhere down her spine but she continues to ignore it.
There is danger everywhere, surely this Creecher wasn’t so different. Her silver eyes roam the sharp edges of his body but note the presence of hooves. This is still one of them, and whether or not it was actually safe - that fact alone did make some of her wariness drift away like tufts of fur on the wind.
(Floating but reluctant to do so, clinging to nearly every damn thing in an attempt to not leave. Such lovely imagery.)
The part-horse, part-predator status of this Creecher does absolutely nothing to clear up whether or not she is caught in one of her dreams. It is just odd enough that her mind may have produced him.
“I’m Sokali.” She states a little more clearly, ducking her head in a quick nod - her silver eyes alight with amusement.
And then - “Are you a dream, Creecher?”
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