03-20-2017, 04:09 PM
He offers her a name and Merida’s stance softens just a bit – muscles that were drawn taut beneath her onyx skin giving in just slightly, a vaguely softer look on her face. Her eyes, however, continue to stay wild and piercing from beneath the tangled mass of her flaming forelock, watching him quizzically as he stood so unhappily beside her. She snorts softly and with a casual flick of her head, gave him a name.
“Merida.”
Despite her unequivocal look of frustration on her face (and the fact that her companion shared the same displeasure), she was secretly thankful for conversation – however short and tactless. Her tail swishes idly at her ankles, her gaze leaving Zai’s and glancing out over the meadow that would be brimming with sunshine and the smell of springtime in just a few short hours. Though for right now, the long green grasses were bathing in silver from the starlight, still silent and cold as the last of winter’s breath still chills the air. Merida inhales and then exhales sharply in a harsh sigh at his question, though not in annoyance that he had asked it. Only that she had been asking herself that same question for what seems like days upon days on end and it was irritatingly relevant to hear the question from someone else.
“What, like the forest is that much better?” she shoots back with a hint of a smile on her voice, though failing to appear on her lips. Her voice dies on the stillness of the air around her and her face twitches into a thoughtful expression, continuing to look out over the silent meadow. She doesn’t particularly enjoy the idea of sharing with him the fact that she was homeless – whether it is pride or embarrassment holding her back from doing so. Or maybe it was the fact that she truly didn’t have any reason to be here – was it because she was looking for something? Was it because she was chained here by some kind of imaginary restraint, unable to leave? She thinks about the twins and shudders slightly, but quickly regroups and lifts her chin, as if physically trying to bring herself some courage.
Perhaps this life of adventure had finally run her dry. She felt like she was empty and thin – stretched beyond her means. Her golden eyes glance upwards to the dark sky just in time to see a star scrape along the blackness then disappear through the horizon. “You obviously don’t come here for the company,” she muses thoughtlessly, no hint of disdain or scorn in her voice. “So why are you here?” Yes, let’s avoid answering questions and just ask them instead.
“Merida.”
Despite her unequivocal look of frustration on her face (and the fact that her companion shared the same displeasure), she was secretly thankful for conversation – however short and tactless. Her tail swishes idly at her ankles, her gaze leaving Zai’s and glancing out over the meadow that would be brimming with sunshine and the smell of springtime in just a few short hours. Though for right now, the long green grasses were bathing in silver from the starlight, still silent and cold as the last of winter’s breath still chills the air. Merida inhales and then exhales sharply in a harsh sigh at his question, though not in annoyance that he had asked it. Only that she had been asking herself that same question for what seems like days upon days on end and it was irritatingly relevant to hear the question from someone else.
“What, like the forest is that much better?” she shoots back with a hint of a smile on her voice, though failing to appear on her lips. Her voice dies on the stillness of the air around her and her face twitches into a thoughtful expression, continuing to look out over the silent meadow. She doesn’t particularly enjoy the idea of sharing with him the fact that she was homeless – whether it is pride or embarrassment holding her back from doing so. Or maybe it was the fact that she truly didn’t have any reason to be here – was it because she was looking for something? Was it because she was chained here by some kind of imaginary restraint, unable to leave? She thinks about the twins and shudders slightly, but quickly regroups and lifts her chin, as if physically trying to bring herself some courage.
Perhaps this life of adventure had finally run her dry. She felt like she was empty and thin – stretched beyond her means. Her golden eyes glance upwards to the dark sky just in time to see a star scrape along the blackness then disappear through the horizon. “You obviously don’t come here for the company,” she muses thoughtlessly, no hint of disdain or scorn in her voice. “So why are you here?” Yes, let’s avoid answering questions and just ask them instead.