Her laughter, which had subsided as she’d waited eagerly for the dark filly’s response, returns shortly after it is given. There is a slight touch of wariness layered in the sound, but mostly there is amusement at the idea of tasting the rotted flesh. Such a concept is unfamiliar to her, having no carnivorous tendencies of her own, but that does not stop the intrigue that rises at the suggestion. For a moment, she is so pleased to be making a friend that she considers attempting to wreath shadows across herself once more, just to offer Beldam a quick taste, should the other girl so desire. However, her mother’s panicked voice mumbles incoherently in her mind, so the thought is brushed aside just as quickly as it had manifested.
Instead, she focuses on the question posed by the other girl. “Yeah, it does. I don’t usually show anyone,” she says, as if she’s had the opportunity to show someone other than her mother. Loneliness flashes briefly in her eyes as the little white lie falls from her mouth, but it soon fades and she presses on with a slight tilt of her head, “but I just feel like you’d be someone who might appreciate it!”
Her eyes drift over Beldam’s figure, attempting to fully absorb the unique appearance. Again, she notes the expressionless eyes, but this time she notices the stars sprinkled around them, and she is quite dazzled as their arrangement changes as she watches. Her gaze skips back to the tail that still twitches occasionally behind the filly and before she can even think to stop herself, she asks, rather bluntly, “How come your tail is so… pointy?” She knows that Bible’s tail does not like that, and though her own tail is still exceptionally short, she is pretty sure that hers does not either. “I’ve never seen anything like it before.. have you poked anything with it?”
Vallebeth
@Beldam