03-08-2026, 11:00 PM
Even that small, quiet laugh that escapes the stranger is enough to put Zohariel a little at ease. That is a natural sound, if not one she heard a lot growing up, then one she has made sure to be in her life since. No one she needed to worry about would laugh, no matter how strange they looked.
She's corrected on her assumption about having just met one of Beqanna's gods. An angel? Zohariel's golden eyes sparkle with more than just the starlight she eminates. Something very close to delight shines there. An angel is so much more approachable than a god. It is a more tangible concept to wrap her mind around, something she can almost touch.
In theory, at least. Because there was still something so undeniably otherworldly about the angel. Zohariel, with her starlight mother and basilisk father, who had seen magic of all kinds and crafted some herself, is still in awe of the creature before her. This being is Something Else and she has never felt so mortal.
The stranger steps forward and the night-crafted mare feels ashamed of the immediate impulse to back away. To atone for this unspoken, unacted, sin she remains where she is. Her smile is small, still uncertain, but genuine.
The question an easy one to ask. There isn't much Zohariel has to give so it's easy to say "Well, of course." She thinks for a moment, her smile growing a little in humour. "But, to be fair, I'd probably try to help anyone who asked me for something. Angels included."
She's corrected on her assumption about having just met one of Beqanna's gods. An angel? Zohariel's golden eyes sparkle with more than just the starlight she eminates. Something very close to delight shines there. An angel is so much more approachable than a god. It is a more tangible concept to wrap her mind around, something she can almost touch.
In theory, at least. Because there was still something so undeniably otherworldly about the angel. Zohariel, with her starlight mother and basilisk father, who had seen magic of all kinds and crafted some herself, is still in awe of the creature before her. This being is Something Else and she has never felt so mortal.
The stranger steps forward and the night-crafted mare feels ashamed of the immediate impulse to back away. To atone for this unspoken, unacted, sin she remains where she is. Her smile is small, still uncertain, but genuine.
The question an easy one to ask. There isn't much Zohariel has to give so it's easy to say "Well, of course." She thinks for a moment, her smile growing a little in humour. "But, to be fair, I'd probably try to help anyone who asked me for something. Angels included."
@Ryatah