01-25-2017, 08:56 PM
The ease she displays with little Ruan is only something that’s been tempered into her nature with experience. Raeanne had not been this young when the two had first crossed paths - she remembers that much. No, the girl had been older, a much more confusing abandonment in Circinae’s eyes. The beginning had been rough, with them exchanging few phrases and Circinae trying hard not to invade her new companions space. But time had changed all of that, and now the silence that surrounded her every day and every night seemed like the ghost of a thing she could never put into words.
“An Angel, Death’s house, and you’re asking if I’m a mythical being too?” She chuckled, head tilting sideways with the force of his enrapturing innocence. “You’re the most interesting colt I think I’ve ever met.” Circy concluded, choosing then to follow his gaze and turn her attention back to his protector. “Perhaps she is.” The other mare muses, and Circinae can only force a brittle smile into place over her teeth while the other’s eyes prod her for information. ’More along the lines of a demon, kiddo.’ She mused inwardly, always aware of the predator that lurked inside.
“My sire was painted like a peacock, sorry to disappoint you Ruan.” She answers finally, shrugging her shoulders to emphasize the dullness of it all. With a flick of her tail the let down is swept away and a beaming grin bows over her lips. “So what brings you all the way from Death’s house to the meadow, hmm?” She asks, focus centered on the silver boy while the question hangs openly between all three of them.
“An Angel, Death’s house, and you’re asking if I’m a mythical being too?” She chuckled, head tilting sideways with the force of his enrapturing innocence. “You’re the most interesting colt I think I’ve ever met.” Circy concluded, choosing then to follow his gaze and turn her attention back to his protector. “Perhaps she is.” The other mare muses, and Circinae can only force a brittle smile into place over her teeth while the other’s eyes prod her for information. ’More along the lines of a demon, kiddo.’ She mused inwardly, always aware of the predator that lurked inside.
“My sire was painted like a peacock, sorry to disappoint you Ruan.” She answers finally, shrugging her shoulders to emphasize the dullness of it all. With a flick of her tail the let down is swept away and a beaming grin bows over her lips. “So what brings you all the way from Death’s house to the meadow, hmm?” She asks, focus centered on the silver boy while the question hangs openly between all three of them.
Circinae
I need the crack of a whip, I need some blood in the cut
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