05-13-2015, 12:57 PM
Her body takes on a soft glow as he joins her, wearing her emotions on her sleeve. She glows like a star, fallen from the sky, an aura of natural light pulled from her surroundings and warping about her apple-curved thighs. The buckskin always loves to make a new friend - god knows she doesn't have enough. She had lots, once, but they've all died. Died or left. Either way, they've no longer here to support her, to hold her up. She's had to learn the hard way to do that herself.
The light she expels plays across the rippled surface of the water. She doesn't notice though, because she is so used to glowing that she doesn't even realise she is doing it anymore. It is almost as if she were born with her gifts, certainly she's had them for far longer than she ever went without them. A life without her sunlight wings, her pearly yellow horn, is unthinkable (though she only adorns them both for special occasions).
"There. Much better," she pronounces, cocking her head curiously toward her companion. He doesn't seem to share her enthusiasm, or if he does, he's being very subtle about the whole affair. Pevensie looks at him, trying not to stare too much, but trying to read his character. Maybe he's upset? "Is everything alright? Are you upset? If you want, I know someone who could help us... communicate. There's Yael or Cammie, either would be happy to help you. But it's up to you, I don't mind the silent type,"
With that, she dunks her head under the water, shaking the droplets from her mane, thoroughly enjoying her bath.
The light she expels plays across the rippled surface of the water. She doesn't notice though, because she is so used to glowing that she doesn't even realise she is doing it anymore. It is almost as if she were born with her gifts, certainly she's had them for far longer than she ever went without them. A life without her sunlight wings, her pearly yellow horn, is unthinkable (though she only adorns them both for special occasions).
"There. Much better," she pronounces, cocking her head curiously toward her companion. He doesn't seem to share her enthusiasm, or if he does, he's being very subtle about the whole affair. Pevensie looks at him, trying not to stare too much, but trying to read his character. Maybe he's upset? "Is everything alright? Are you upset? If you want, I know someone who could help us... communicate. There's Yael or Cammie, either would be happy to help you. But it's up to you, I don't mind the silent type,"
With that, she dunks her head under the water, shaking the droplets from her mane, thoroughly enjoying her bath.