05-20-2024, 11:00 PM
Abrus had seen her coming, had seen the collision coming, but in the manner of someone who is so sure of himself he made no effort to move to get out of the way. A magical tether keeps the raven safe and secure during the meeting and he anchors himself a little so he does not stumble with the weight of her either. More for his pride than anything, and he does not consider this a fault. He watches through his companion’s eyes as she moves backwards, her large bat-like wings beating against the air and stirring both mane and feathers.
They seem to regard each other, for a time, and he wonders what she may have been running from - or to - when she eventually apologies and asks after someone. Abrus could have immediately replied to let this snowflake-clustered mare that he did not know anyone by the name of Set. He could have sent her on her way with her search, encouraging her to move on and find whoever it was that Set was - or someone who at least recognized the name.
He could have also sought to find Set, through a little magical intervention, but he does none of these things.
The stallion and the raven both tilt their heads in unison, regarding her with their matching white-glow eyes, but it is the stallion alone who asks “How important is Set to you?” And he speaks it as if there was information of them hiding within their shared minds, as if all it would take was the right payment to unearth it. He knows so little of the inhabitants of his mind, playing a simple game would be a good way to learn how their minds worked. The fish-mare he had first met when he arrived did not seem to be in possession of a mind at all - he would be delighted to learn if others did not have the same deficiency.
They seem to regard each other, for a time, and he wonders what she may have been running from - or to - when she eventually apologies and asks after someone. Abrus could have immediately replied to let this snowflake-clustered mare that he did not know anyone by the name of Set. He could have sent her on her way with her search, encouraging her to move on and find whoever it was that Set was - or someone who at least recognized the name.
He could have also sought to find Set, through a little magical intervention, but he does none of these things.
The stallion and the raven both tilt their heads in unison, regarding her with their matching white-glow eyes, but it is the stallion alone who asks “How important is Set to you?” And he speaks it as if there was information of them hiding within their shared minds, as if all it would take was the right payment to unearth it. He knows so little of the inhabitants of his mind, playing a simple game would be a good way to learn how their minds worked. The fish-mare he had first met when he arrived did not seem to be in possession of a mind at all - he would be delighted to learn if others did not have the same deficiency.
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