03-24-2016, 10:56 PM
(This post was last modified: 03-24-2016, 10:57 PM by Shivani.
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The Vanner's ears snap to attention, swiveling as the grass rustles behind her. She turns rather leisurely, having expected a stallion to make an appearance, of course. It had been why she made her way here in the first place. Her eyes sweep across him, up and down, attempting to read him, his intentions- a vain attempt, she knew. Body language was an extremely ambiguous form of communication either way, so she abandoned all attempt at it.
Her hazel eyes scan his wings and odd colored mane, and her attention is caputured. This is certainly something she has not seen before. She rushes to keep her emotions hidden at once, wary of revealing too much in the presence of a stranger who had barely said a word yet. Her own forelock trails down between her ears, obscuring one eye from view so that the other is the only available window in her soul.
His willingness to reveal his name first tells her much, all of which she is pleased with. Naturally, she mimics his behavior, her perception skills all on high alert. "I am Shavani," She replies, cautiously, but not using a forbidding tone. Her voice is odd, like she picks each one in advance, plans it out. In most cases, this is true. She edges a step closer, still wary. There was never any harm in being cautious and doing what Father advised. She tilts her head to one side, signalling curiosity. Her senses have never been among her finest qualities, and though she can discern the fact that he is male, she cannot distinguish any other specifics.
"Are you a lead stallion?" She asks bluntly, not one to care or know much of formalities. She remains still, and though the cold wind whips at her long, tangled mane, she remains as unmoving as stone, and just about as welcoming. She makes a quick assessment of him where he stands, playing a game with herself. Not cold. Not forceful. Not overly confident. Most likely not, She concedes to herself, though she is aware she has never met a lead stallion in person so many of these are just as likely to be untrue. Still, she made the inference privately and carefully watched to see if it was correct.
OOC: It's not crappy it's good
Her hazel eyes scan his wings and odd colored mane, and her attention is caputured. This is certainly something she has not seen before. She rushes to keep her emotions hidden at once, wary of revealing too much in the presence of a stranger who had barely said a word yet. Her own forelock trails down between her ears, obscuring one eye from view so that the other is the only available window in her soul.
His willingness to reveal his name first tells her much, all of which she is pleased with. Naturally, she mimics his behavior, her perception skills all on high alert. "I am Shavani," She replies, cautiously, but not using a forbidding tone. Her voice is odd, like she picks each one in advance, plans it out. In most cases, this is true. She edges a step closer, still wary. There was never any harm in being cautious and doing what Father advised. She tilts her head to one side, signalling curiosity. Her senses have never been among her finest qualities, and though she can discern the fact that he is male, she cannot distinguish any other specifics.
"Are you a lead stallion?" She asks bluntly, not one to care or know much of formalities. She remains still, and though the cold wind whips at her long, tangled mane, she remains as unmoving as stone, and just about as welcoming. She makes a quick assessment of him where he stands, playing a game with herself. Not cold. Not forceful. Not overly confident. Most likely not, She concedes to herself, though she is aware she has never met a lead stallion in person so many of these are just as likely to be untrue. Still, she made the inference privately and carefully watched to see if it was correct.
OOC: It's not crappy it's good