09-24-2016, 09:54 AM
V A K A R I A N
i'd rather be a riot than indifferent
The world still felt immensely new. Vaka felt naked without her ability to armor herself against the physical threat of others. Had the mare always harbored such doubt in herself? Had she always been mistrusting? It felt s though she was following a trail of bread crumbs except they were puzzle pieces that she feverishly turned around and around and trying to make them fit in the picture of as a whole.
The stallion seemed kind but curious. He easily abandons any stance against the mare (if he had any to begin with) and offers his name. The quiet gentleness of his linguistic pursuits and offer of his name draw closer, watching him as she smiles more broadly. The bay woman allows her guard to slip from her like a silk night gown, pooling at her hooves. "Toska." The syllables pass from between the smile of her lips. "Frightened?" She repeats as she watches the glow of his cheeks, fascinated. "No..." Vaka catches herself with small laugh. "Perhaps shy..." But how could she not be? It's not every day you stumble upon an interesting stallion with a kind demeanor.
To combat her own shyness, the woman clears her throat and tosses the black hair from her eyes. "I am from the Coast...I imagine Beqanna is probably confusing for you. If you should need some help getting use to the place...I could help you." The smile on her lips crooks slightly in a quirky line. Vaka was not the best or most well versed in conversation but the lack of her diamond armor really tested her to expand from her comfort zone behind a shield and she considered herself lucky to have met someone a emapethic and gentle at the painted male..
The stallion seemed kind but curious. He easily abandons any stance against the mare (if he had any to begin with) and offers his name. The quiet gentleness of his linguistic pursuits and offer of his name draw closer, watching him as she smiles more broadly. The bay woman allows her guard to slip from her like a silk night gown, pooling at her hooves. "Toska." The syllables pass from between the smile of her lips. "Frightened?" She repeats as she watches the glow of his cheeks, fascinated. "No..." Vaka catches herself with small laugh. "Perhaps shy..." But how could she not be? It's not every day you stumble upon an interesting stallion with a kind demeanor.
To combat her own shyness, the woman clears her throat and tosses the black hair from her eyes. "I am from the Coast...I imagine Beqanna is probably confusing for you. If you should need some help getting use to the place...I could help you." The smile on her lips crooks slightly in a quirky line. Vaka was not the best or most well versed in conversation but the lack of her diamond armor really tested her to expand from her comfort zone behind a shield and she considered herself lucky to have met someone a emapethic and gentle at the painted male..
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