09-18-2016, 03:30 PM
V A K A R I A N
i'd rather be a riot than indifferent
Vakarian. The warrior woman. So bold, so confident.
But-
Something has changed in her. Was it the loss of her armor? A newly felt vulnerability she knew had known before? In the past, if she were too chilled, the diamonds would grow across her to create a hardened hide. Perhaps she was now just like every other horse that passed through Beqanna. She was no longer unique...but wait, was she before the change?
Amber pools remain trained to the path before her as she moves slowly to clip at the grass. Lids fall as she crawls inward to think, reflect. The sound of another does not break the spell, the web that trapped her except for the tiniest 'hello'. Dark lashes lift to see that of a rather fetching mare. She is so vivid that it hurts Vaka's eyes for a moment and she must adjust in fear of burning out her eyes. The delicate shaped skull of the bay lifts as she swallows the lat bits of her meal and she nods, a small and shy smile moving over her lips. "Hello there..." The voice she carries is lower than she would have liked but the retort was already pressed into the air between them. "I'm Vaka." The mare offers up to fill in the space between them as the simple greeting did not suffice her.
Yes, this is awkward. Yes, it seems like both mares are angled and jutting where conversation should be smooth. Vaka does train her ears towards the ruby and obsidian woman with interest as it would be nice to have some conversation.
But-
Something has changed in her. Was it the loss of her armor? A newly felt vulnerability she knew had known before? In the past, if she were too chilled, the diamonds would grow across her to create a hardened hide. Perhaps she was now just like every other horse that passed through Beqanna. She was no longer unique...but wait, was she before the change?
Amber pools remain trained to the path before her as she moves slowly to clip at the grass. Lids fall as she crawls inward to think, reflect. The sound of another does not break the spell, the web that trapped her except for the tiniest 'hello'. Dark lashes lift to see that of a rather fetching mare. She is so vivid that it hurts Vaka's eyes for a moment and she must adjust in fear of burning out her eyes. The delicate shaped skull of the bay lifts as she swallows the lat bits of her meal and she nods, a small and shy smile moving over her lips. "Hello there..." The voice she carries is lower than she would have liked but the retort was already pressed into the air between them. "I'm Vaka." The mare offers up to fill in the space between them as the simple greeting did not suffice her.
Yes, this is awkward. Yes, it seems like both mares are angled and jutting where conversation should be smooth. Vaka does train her ears towards the ruby and obsidian woman with interest as it would be nice to have some conversation.
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