With a roll of my lavender eyes at the his comments, I simply scuff them off. I could lube myself up just fine, I think with a smirk.
My attention is drawn away from the fish-cat and to the fire lit stallion as he makes his introduction with a bow of his head. I wasn't one for ancient formalities. Plus, metal didn't curtsey well.
They were quite the pair, standing in the darkness of night, alit with an array of colors. It was understandable how strange that would look to someone not of their world. And when the red mare reveals her name and asks where she was and what they were, it was more apparent than ever the poor thing was terribly out of her element.
With a turn of my torn face, I look to Phoebus as if searching for the answers to her questions within his. Explaining things wasn't my strong suit but I'd give it a go.
I allow my view to shift to Opium before I speak, “Well Red, this here is The Meadow.” My muzzle uplifts as if pointing to the area around them, “which I guess would be easier to discern in the daylight, but there is grass all over it, thus why it is named, The Meadow…" my brow wrinkles, considering my next words, "And the whole wide world is called Beqanna…”
My eyes roll in thought at how to now explain them. “And we are… special…?” no that wasn't the word, “no, no...unique! Yes unique… With…” my mind searches for the right words -almost too hard- that an ache begins to ping at my brain… “Ah shit, just let me show yah,” my cyborg body turns to the western horizon and walks several paces forward. A tall Mountain is seated within the backdrop of dawn light that was beginning to chase away the dark skies. “You see that mountain right there. The tallest one with the top lost in the clouds?” My face turns to look at the mare, “there is magic on that mountain that spreads to all of Beqanna. Some of us are born with magic, created from it even… like me!” An exaggerated smile curls my lips as I look back to the distant scenery, proudly straightening before speaking out to the fire armor stallion, “and some of us are gifted magic… Right fire boy?” A snicker escapes my lips as I think of the fairies dressing him in a suit of fire.
Fifi begins to stir at my withers, twisting in a tight circle before laying down and tucking its head under its tail. Nocturnal by nature, the creature settles down for a peaceful slumber.
@WhiteRat023 pfft you're fine!
@Phoebus