05-05-2016, 02:43 PM
Dacia
Jamie x Astri
She hopes she makes the moment tense. What a bitter end this poor girl could meet if there weren’t horses like Dacia about, flinging themselves into situations they should most definitely stay out of. But the tangerine dream of a mare is probably not the most wise one of them all, her youth betraying her sensibilities more often than naught. Chemdog’s eyes rake across her and she hates that she likes it; almost wishes he would do it again but he’s turned his attention back to the bay filly at his feet. He must seem like a god to the youngling, towering above her with that cold, blue stare. To Dacia’s surprise, the little thing seems unperturbed by her current situation.
“I’m Helovia!” She chirps, charming in a way that Dacia wishes she could have been when she was her age. Her orange mouth twists into a reluctant smile. “I’m Dacia.” She tells her, stepping back to give Helovia space so that she can rise again. She’s all words and actions, this one, excited by the idea of company and odd creatures. The danger has passed and for her, everything seems alright again. Why should she fear the unknown? Helovia hasn’t been greeted by death yet, hasn’t been twisted by the brutal reality that not all Beqanna’s inhabitants were as charming or as lovely as the two that stood beside her now.
“Just what are you doing out here, all by yourself?” She questions, inflection light as if she were directing the query to the young filly. But her amethyst eyes have hardened and they rest upon Chemdog, head tilting slightly to try and see past the polite exterior. She doesn’t trust it. “Who are you, really?” She thinks, settling in to hear the explanation.
“I’m Helovia!” She chirps, charming in a way that Dacia wishes she could have been when she was her age. Her orange mouth twists into a reluctant smile. “I’m Dacia.” She tells her, stepping back to give Helovia space so that she can rise again. She’s all words and actions, this one, excited by the idea of company and odd creatures. The danger has passed and for her, everything seems alright again. Why should she fear the unknown? Helovia hasn’t been greeted by death yet, hasn’t been twisted by the brutal reality that not all Beqanna’s inhabitants were as charming or as lovely as the two that stood beside her now.
“Just what are you doing out here, all by yourself?” She questions, inflection light as if she were directing the query to the young filly. But her amethyst eyes have hardened and they rest upon Chemdog, head tilting slightly to try and see past the polite exterior. She doesn’t trust it. “Who are you, really?” She thinks, settling in to hear the explanation.
Color-Changing Vixen of the Chamber