12-17-2015, 12:57 PM
yael
Yael is just as surprised at Corin is at the stallion’s exuberant and friendly response. She’s used to the stoic, slightly grouchy, or just plain strange companions. They have a lot of those in Beqanna these days. Gone are the days when the Light were sugary sweet and the Dark had a serious attitude problem. Now, the Dark can be reasonable and borderline kind, while the Light can kill, so long as they have a smile on their face and it’s for a ‘good reason.’ The Neutral always remain neutral - that, at least, will never change. Yael has learned that she will kill, if there is no other clear option available. It is a last resort. She’d rather teach lessons than take likes though, and those lessons usually brought the other’s pride and ego to their knees. Either way, they eventually learn not to mess with what is hers.
She is fiercely protective; after losing so much, so quickly, she has to be.
As for Corin’s reflection on the darker mood of B’kanna’s men, some of that she might attribute to war, and the rest to a general sense of heightened insecurity. Her own words are rarely colored in such a way, even if her tongue cannot make some of the sounds of their language. Her words lilt and purr and come from the back of her throat - as foreign and exotic as Yael herself occasionally seems. Not here, it seems, as she is in good, golden company. Which is incredibly rare. There are plenty of blacks and bays and grays, and even star-colored children, but gold is not so common. Even her children and grandchildren only have gold markings (and most of those are her doing).
She cannot help but smile, and replies easily. “Corin. Berleen. Lovely to meet you two. I ahm Yael.” The questions begin to fly, and Yael begins to find that she is enjoying such good natured company. Her ears swiel between the two, and after Berlin says where he is from, Yael eyes him curiously, saying simply, “A great number of years, I t’ink.” But then it turns to her, and her smile falters for a fraction of a second, but she quickly recovers. . “I leev een ze Desert now. But before B’kanna? Ahh… my tribe vas een anozer desert, very far avay. Ve called ze land Tzion.” They were the children of Yisrael. When once it hurt to remember the names and recall the place where she grew up, the ache has faded and she tries to relish in the joy she felt as a filly.
“Vhat breengs you bote xere?”
She is fiercely protective; after losing so much, so quickly, she has to be.
As for Corin’s reflection on the darker mood of B’kanna’s men, some of that she might attribute to war, and the rest to a general sense of heightened insecurity. Her own words are rarely colored in such a way, even if her tongue cannot make some of the sounds of their language. Her words lilt and purr and come from the back of her throat - as foreign and exotic as Yael herself occasionally seems. Not here, it seems, as she is in good, golden company. Which is incredibly rare. There are plenty of blacks and bays and grays, and even star-colored children, but gold is not so common. Even her children and grandchildren only have gold markings (and most of those are her doing).
She cannot help but smile, and replies easily. “Corin. Berleen. Lovely to meet you two. I ahm Yael.” The questions begin to fly, and Yael begins to find that she is enjoying such good natured company. Her ears swiel between the two, and after Berlin says where he is from, Yael eyes him curiously, saying simply, “A great number of years, I t’ink.” But then it turns to her, and her smile falters for a fraction of a second, but she quickly recovers. . “I leev een ze Desert now. But before B’kanna? Ahh… my tribe vas een anozer desert, very far avay. Ve called ze land Tzion.” They were the children of Yisrael. When once it hurt to remember the names and recall the place where she grew up, the ache has faded and she tries to relish in the joy she felt as a filly.
“Vhat breengs you bote xere?”