03-28-2016, 08:15 PM
she paints her eyes as black as night now
She does not glide above the tall grasses for long before what she searches for presents himself. No, it is not Magnus, but with the rather tiresome task of remaining afloat but not soaring in the sky where the wind drafts carried her nicely, Cinzia takes what fate offers her. When the stallion - colt? - approaches her and seems to be of no ill tempers, the navy woman gently delivers herself to the earth, wings folding elegantly into her petite sides.
She arches a brow at his peculiar statement - the fairies she’s come in contact with haven’t exactly sailed smoothly on wings of sapphire. No, this mare seemed more drawn to the evil fairies, the ones that really mess you up. Luckily, Cinzia escaped any true harm, but the memory of the Bellringer and the chaos surrounding the whole quest really are not that appealing to her.
So you can see how being compared to a fairy wasn’t exactly the best ice breaker for the woman.
“I am a horse.” She says through clasped teeth, though her expression remains neutral and cool. “And you are?” She asks, perhaps of his species, perhaps of his name. With a lift of her artistic chin and a smooth laying back of her ears, the mare asserts her dominance over the boy. Well, the man. Actually, the king, but hey, what’s a title these days anyways?!... Oh boy.
Sniffing aristocratically (gone is the nice, coy little mare who frolicked about with Magnus here and there) Cinzia scrutinizes the surrounding landscape.“Does one Magnus still live here? I was hoping to reacquaint myself with the gentleman.” Wow, Cinzia. Real smooth, insinuating things like that. Ten outta ten.
Ten outta ten.
She arches a brow at his peculiar statement - the fairies she’s come in contact with haven’t exactly sailed smoothly on wings of sapphire. No, this mare seemed more drawn to the evil fairies, the ones that really mess you up. Luckily, Cinzia escaped any true harm, but the memory of the Bellringer and the chaos surrounding the whole quest really are not that appealing to her.
So you can see how being compared to a fairy wasn’t exactly the best ice breaker for the woman.
“I am a horse.” She says through clasped teeth, though her expression remains neutral and cool. “And you are?” She asks, perhaps of his species, perhaps of his name. With a lift of her artistic chin and a smooth laying back of her ears, the mare asserts her dominance over the boy. Well, the man. Actually, the king, but hey, what’s a title these days anyways?!... Oh boy.
Sniffing aristocratically (gone is the nice, coy little mare who frolicked about with Magnus here and there) Cinzia scrutinizes the surrounding landscape.“Does one Magnus still live here? I was hoping to reacquaint myself with the gentleman.” Wow, Cinzia. Real smooth, insinuating things like that. Ten outta ten.
Ten outta ten.
cinzia
pulls those shades down tight now