V A K A R I A N
i'd rather be a riot than indifferent
The cinnamon woman watches the gray with bright and curious eyes. It had seemed so long since Vaka had met another interested in simple conversation. So many horses had expelled so much energy in the race to carve out a home. So many spent too much precious breath on talking and not enough listening. It was maddening at times for the bay woman. yes, she was gifted with a trait. Her armor made her unique and different but it would come in time...when Beqanna desired her to have it. In the mean time, Vaka learned to survive without it.
The woman that Djinni offer are few and fleeting but they answer the inquiry in a perfectly shaped package. Vaka finds herself enjoying the others company and the simplistic nature of their conversation. There are no hard looks or nasty tongues like in Nerine and this time and in this space with Djinni was simply refreshing.
The dark eyes soften as she smiles as she begins to relax visibly. "Well I believe it is because I had nowhere else to go." The words flutter from the tip of her tongue as a bit of shy embarrassment replaces the look of comfort. Vaka shifts slightly from one hoof to the other in response to her feelings with a small laugh. "Simple as that I suppose, Djinni." Her gaze rests on the other with a slightly sheepish grin. "And you, my friend?" The question is of course the most natural thing to say. It would be nice to get past formalities eventually. As the words are offered, Vaka looks to the gold bands on the mare's feet ankles with interest before perking up with- "and those? How did you get those?" A wide grin of curiosity brightens her features. They were the prettiest things she had ever seen.
The woman that Djinni offer are few and fleeting but they answer the inquiry in a perfectly shaped package. Vaka finds herself enjoying the others company and the simplistic nature of their conversation. There are no hard looks or nasty tongues like in Nerine and this time and in this space with Djinni was simply refreshing.
The dark eyes soften as she smiles as she begins to relax visibly. "Well I believe it is because I had nowhere else to go." The words flutter from the tip of her tongue as a bit of shy embarrassment replaces the look of comfort. Vaka shifts slightly from one hoof to the other in response to her feelings with a small laugh. "Simple as that I suppose, Djinni." Her gaze rests on the other with a slightly sheepish grin. "And you, my friend?" The question is of course the most natural thing to say. It would be nice to get past formalities eventually. As the words are offered, Vaka looks to the gold bands on the mare's feet ankles with interest before perking up with- "and those? How did you get those?" A wide grin of curiosity brightens her features. They were the prettiest things she had ever seen.
covet and azula's diamond armored daughter