03-08-2017, 12:50 PM
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She's made enough noise to make both her location known and for the water predator to slink away. It casts a reproachful glare at her and then slides into the depths of the water, annoyed at missing its dinner. Ajatar watches it float away, silent and still for a moment. She marvels at the way the scales shimmer under the water, so much like the ones that cover her legs but still so different. She is silent long enough for it to be awkward after the stallion asks after her.
She regards him, then, forgetting for a moment he was there. Something about the water predator gives her pause and makes her pulse quicken in her throat. It's unknown to the inhabitants of Beqanna just how hardy those water creatures are, how some lore have them aged older than the oldest tree that exists. She knows nothing of this, she is just a yearling and she knows very little - if anything - about the world.
"My name is Ajatar," she says at last, snapping from her quiet thoughts. She moves to the stallion, watching him carefully. His eyes loll about in his head, he looks ... lost? He never truly looks at her and she tilts her head in consideration, stopping a few feet short of him. "There was an alligator in the water, did you....did you not see it?" The youth in her voice might soften the blow of her words, but she is too young and too silly to know that it might wound to point out the obvious.
The stallion was blind.
She regards him, then, forgetting for a moment he was there. Something about the water predator gives her pause and makes her pulse quicken in her throat. It's unknown to the inhabitants of Beqanna just how hardy those water creatures are, how some lore have them aged older than the oldest tree that exists. She knows nothing of this, she is just a yearling and she knows very little - if anything - about the world.
"My name is Ajatar," she says at last, snapping from her quiet thoughts. She moves to the stallion, watching him carefully. His eyes loll about in his head, he looks ... lost? He never truly looks at her and she tilts her head in consideration, stopping a few feet short of him. "There was an alligator in the water, did you....did you not see it?" The youth in her voice might soften the blow of her words, but she is too young and too silly to know that it might wound to point out the obvious.
The stallion was blind.
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