10-29-2015, 04:21 PM
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Lupei is amused by the greying stallion's apparent admission of guilt. Zojja is unsurprised by this - he certainly carries himself more confidently than Brynmor has thus far. She wouldn't go so far as to baselessly point fingers, mind you, but if she had to pick between the two, she'd sooner peg Lupei for the killing sort than Brynmor, if only based on the ease with which he returns Brynmor's threatening snarl. She doesn't get between them, either way - if they really want to tussle, she supposes she'll just stand back a bit. There are always things to be learned from a fight, after all, although this would likely be a terribly one-sided affair.
When she speaks up again, however, things calm - at least a little - and she can see Lupei settle down nearby, feels his eyes on her as she reaches out to Brynmor. Funny, how quickly the tension diffuses, she thinks. Boys. Honestly. Her attention is focused almost entirely on the blind stallion, though one dark-tipped ear swivels back to Lupei once she's asked her question. She doubts he has anything to add, anyway, but it doesn't hurt to check. A fleeting glance in the pale green boy's direction confirms that he is, indeed, waiting for an answer - just as well, since Brynmor speaks up in almost the same instant. Zojja glances back and watches him hang his head, the very picture of remorse. Her brow furrows slightly at his reply. Well, now they're getting somewhere. Someone who tried to step in and break up the fight, perhaps? He certainly does seem torn up over it. What does one even say in this situation? Good job, but also, you sure did fuck up?
Zojja is quiet for a moment longer, considering this. At last: "I'm sorry for your loss." It comes out a little wooden, admittedly. She doesn't know him well enough to be properly sorry. "If it helps at all, your secret's safe with me." Zojja pauses, peering back at Lupei with a quirk of her brow. "With us, I presume," she amends, and her dark eyes momentarily meet the green boy's blue ones before she turns away. "Besides - you don't really strike me as the repeat-offender sort. It's terrible that it happened, but it's in the past now." Or something. The dun mare thinks she is not particularly cut out for this shoulder-to-cry-on thing.
When she speaks up again, however, things calm - at least a little - and she can see Lupei settle down nearby, feels his eyes on her as she reaches out to Brynmor. Funny, how quickly the tension diffuses, she thinks. Boys. Honestly. Her attention is focused almost entirely on the blind stallion, though one dark-tipped ear swivels back to Lupei once she's asked her question. She doubts he has anything to add, anyway, but it doesn't hurt to check. A fleeting glance in the pale green boy's direction confirms that he is, indeed, waiting for an answer - just as well, since Brynmor speaks up in almost the same instant. Zojja glances back and watches him hang his head, the very picture of remorse. Her brow furrows slightly at his reply. Well, now they're getting somewhere. Someone who tried to step in and break up the fight, perhaps? He certainly does seem torn up over it. What does one even say in this situation? Good job, but also, you sure did fuck up?
Zojja is quiet for a moment longer, considering this. At last: "I'm sorry for your loss." It comes out a little wooden, admittedly. She doesn't know him well enough to be properly sorry. "If it helps at all, your secret's safe with me." Zojja pauses, peering back at Lupei with a quirk of her brow. "With us, I presume," she amends, and her dark eyes momentarily meet the green boy's blue ones before she turns away. "Besides - you don't really strike me as the repeat-offender sort. It's terrible that it happened, but it's in the past now." Or something. The dun mare thinks she is not particularly cut out for this shoulder-to-cry-on thing.