11-15-2016, 12:09 AM
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The mare almost runs into her, small and underfoot as she is, and Terra takes a step back, tucking her dark, feathered wings closer to her sides - an instinctive defensive measure. But the stranger seems more surprised than irritated, and Terra’s wings relax at the slight smile that crosses the speckled face.
She stays on her guard though - a relic of her days living on the run in the woods. It always pays to be cautious with strangers, no matter how friendly they seem. That said, the risk she’d taken in going with Ruan had paid off in the end …
“S’alright.” She gives a noncommittal shrug. Ruan would probably want her to be more polite, but she hasn’t exactly mastered the art of conversation.
The mare reveals her name as Marlyn, which Terra thinks to be quite odd (it sounds like a boy name to her). But thankfully she at least has enough social graces to keep that to herself. So instead she flicks her silver forelock and offers a one word answer - her own name. “Terra.”
The mare is staring at her with open expectation, and Terra supposes that this is the point where she’s supposed to make ‘small talk.’ “From Taiga. You?” Despite the stilted speech she is actually interested in the answer - the mare smells a bit like Taiga, but not quite.
She stays on her guard though - a relic of her days living on the run in the woods. It always pays to be cautious with strangers, no matter how friendly they seem. That said, the risk she’d taken in going with Ruan had paid off in the end …
“S’alright.” She gives a noncommittal shrug. Ruan would probably want her to be more polite, but she hasn’t exactly mastered the art of conversation.
The mare reveals her name as Marlyn, which Terra thinks to be quite odd (it sounds like a boy name to her). But thankfully she at least has enough social graces to keep that to herself. So instead she flicks her silver forelock and offers a one word answer - her own name. “Terra.”
The mare is staring at her with open expectation, and Terra supposes that this is the point where she’s supposed to make ‘small talk.’ “From Taiga. You?” Despite the stilted speech she is actually interested in the answer - the mare smells a bit like Taiga, but not quite.
TERRA
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