11-03-2025, 12:11 AM
ISRAFEL
He steps back from her and Israfel doesn't assume it is her — she has never once considered she could have any sort of effect on someone, positive or negative — but she thinks she recognizes the instinct. Perhaps she had just been a touch too close to what was comfortable. She's watched so many other conversations take place and there is such a variety in the spacing of the couples and groups it was not something she could learn from sight alone.
She does what she would find comforting if someone had come a little too close to her without her being ready for it. She doesn't move or remark upon it, allowing him to decide what works. She just lets there be a slightly wider gap between her and the angel and remains where she is with a confidence that is all shallow (though she hopes it is convincing! She loves the idea of coming across as someone who knows the meaning of being sure).
A mare with a little more practice being social may pick up on the cues and continue on her way without further conversation. Israfel, however, smiles softly before joining him in surveying the landscape around them. "I don't know what they are either." Her gentle voice is confiding, as though the fact that they both do not know this one thing has sealed them together in a pact. While it would've been nice to hear someone explain it to her, his answer suits her just as well.
Nerves continue to skitter through her veins, at once terrified and thrilled that she is attempting casual conversation with a stranger. None of her prepared thoughts come to her so she says the truth of what is fumbling around in her brain. "I thought they were giant eggs at first, but the idea of someone's eggs turning to stone feels too sad."
It is such a silly thought and Israfel has no idea until it is out there in the world. Her golden eyes widen a little in surprise that she just vocalized something without filtering it through her anxieties first to sanitize it for consumption of a youthfulness she wasn't aware she ever had. It scares the hell out of her to do so but she looks at him, wondering what he thinks of giant birds and their stone eggs.
She does what she would find comforting if someone had come a little too close to her without her being ready for it. She doesn't move or remark upon it, allowing him to decide what works. She just lets there be a slightly wider gap between her and the angel and remains where she is with a confidence that is all shallow (though she hopes it is convincing! She loves the idea of coming across as someone who knows the meaning of being sure).
A mare with a little more practice being social may pick up on the cues and continue on her way without further conversation. Israfel, however, smiles softly before joining him in surveying the landscape around them. "I don't know what they are either." Her gentle voice is confiding, as though the fact that they both do not know this one thing has sealed them together in a pact. While it would've been nice to hear someone explain it to her, his answer suits her just as well.
Nerves continue to skitter through her veins, at once terrified and thrilled that she is attempting casual conversation with a stranger. None of her prepared thoughts come to her so she says the truth of what is fumbling around in her brain. "I thought they were giant eggs at first, but the idea of someone's eggs turning to stone feels too sad."
It is such a silly thought and Israfel has no idea until it is out there in the world. Her golden eyes widen a little in surprise that she just vocalized something without filtering it through her anxieties first to sanitize it for consumption of a youthfulness she wasn't aware she ever had. It scares the hell out of her to do so but she looks at him, wondering what he thinks of giant birds and their stone eggs.
@Selaphiel