07-10-2025, 10:50 PM
The shock from the cool water is still settling as she listens to his reply. The Meadow. The Field. Nothing rings a bell. She nods slightly before shaking her head again, sending a few more water droplets spraying about. Beqanna. The name sounds familiar. She closes her dark eyes, trying to bring anything out of the foggy depths of her mind. She remembers the name Beqanna. Dale? Valley? Something along those lines... A place as dark, foggy, and empty as her memories seem to be.
She opens her eyes and sighs. Sounds familiar. Beqanna, I mean. The Meadow and Field didn't ring a single bell. She looks around again, inhaling deeply before focusing back on the gray, feathery horse in front of her.
He speaks again, and this time she notices the teeth in his mouth, and flinches. She tried not to stare too long, flicking her focus to his feathers, and then his wings, and then back to his face. She realizes, again, that she was staring at his mouth where the rather unpleasant looking teeth sat, and quickly resettles her gaze on his eyes instead. She unintentionally gave a slight tilt of her head as she studied them. They were an interesting color, reminding her of the sky. Ravin.
I'm, uh, Razaranje. She says, deciding that the soft word bouncing around in her little green head must have been her name.
Razaranje shifted her weight a little, studying the feathers framing his face. Then to his neck, his chest, his back. And his wings. They were really beautiful. Interesting. She admired them, not even giving a thought to how uncomfortable it may make him feel. She can't remember where or who she has come from, but she remembers seeing wings on a horse once. Crooked, gray, tattered and useless wings. Nothing like the ones in front of her.
Suddenly, she realizes she is staring at this stranger. This stranger who has sharp teeth and who knows what talents hiding beneath his stunning feathers and skin. Oh. I'm sorry. I'm not sure what's going on with me. She gave a curt laugh, flicking her black and green tail across her haunches. It's nice to meet you. I like your feathers. And your teeth. She grimaces as soon as the words stop, sighing and closing her black eyes again before gathering herself. I'm sorry. I can't seem to remember anything, including any manners. Maybe I hit my head?
She opens her eyes and sighs. Sounds familiar. Beqanna, I mean. The Meadow and Field didn't ring a single bell. She looks around again, inhaling deeply before focusing back on the gray, feathery horse in front of her.
He speaks again, and this time she notices the teeth in his mouth, and flinches. She tried not to stare too long, flicking her focus to his feathers, and then his wings, and then back to his face. She realizes, again, that she was staring at his mouth where the rather unpleasant looking teeth sat, and quickly resettles her gaze on his eyes instead. She unintentionally gave a slight tilt of her head as she studied them. They were an interesting color, reminding her of the sky. Ravin.
I'm, uh, Razaranje. She says, deciding that the soft word bouncing around in her little green head must have been her name.
Razaranje shifted her weight a little, studying the feathers framing his face. Then to his neck, his chest, his back. And his wings. They were really beautiful. Interesting. She admired them, not even giving a thought to how uncomfortable it may make him feel. She can't remember where or who she has come from, but she remembers seeing wings on a horse once. Crooked, gray, tattered and useless wings. Nothing like the ones in front of her.
Suddenly, she realizes she is staring at this stranger. This stranger who has sharp teeth and who knows what talents hiding beneath his stunning feathers and skin. Oh. I'm sorry. I'm not sure what's going on with me. She gave a curt laugh, flicking her black and green tail across her haunches. It's nice to meet you. I like your feathers. And your teeth. She grimaces as soon as the words stop, sighing and closing her black eyes again before gathering herself. I'm sorry. I can't seem to remember anything, including any manners. Maybe I hit my head?