04-03-2017, 09:12 PM
Indeed, the generalization based on another’s appearance was hard to decipher. Lucrezia from a young age had been shaped and groomed to play the role as well of a loyal follower and manipulative snake. Her father had been a master of manipulation and cunningness. She had picked up a thing or two in regards to what skills he imprinted onto her—or so what he would have liked her to have. However, she had turned out to be something completely different than he had planned for her.
Of course she would never forget their lessons, but cannot be more grateful for the skills it has given her from a step up in life. Her diplomatic skills had played one part in aiding her when it came to strangers, but overall she could only make assumptions of what another intended. Perhaps that is what always made her curious about others—she would enjoy prodding and poking through anyone’s thoughts if she could.
“Nice to meet you, Taryn,” Lucrezia gives a nod of her head and speaks in a polite manner. The mare hears the obviousness that Taryn is from another land. Most of those that lingered within the field were from another land or simply looking to go elsewhere in Beqanna. The field would always be the place for the homeless.
Her nostrils flare instantly at the familiar smell—earth and death mixed all into one. She does not like the smell one bit because she knows where it comes from. And she is already searching quickly for the source of it. The chestnut overo mare catches her attention, minding her own business, which she is thankful for. She, however, keeps an eye on the mare for just a moment and returns back to the taller black mare.
A moment that does not last that long.
Sinew quickly interrupts, addressing her personally out into the open. Her ears are quick to flicker in the direction of the chestnut overo. “Hello Sinew,” she greets. Always polite despite her personal feeling towards the place and horses Sinew associates with. And evidently, Sinew felt the need to also interrupt her conversation by allowing herself into the one she is having now with Taryn.
Lucrezia flares her nostrils, ever so softly at the annoyance of Sinew’s decision. However, she turns to look back to Taryn and answer the question she had asked earlier. “I am from Tephra.” She states. There is no need to give such a description yet, she supposes. “Are you looking for a place to stay or call home?” She asks, feeling out the black mare’s intentions before she proceeds forward.
Of course she would never forget their lessons, but cannot be more grateful for the skills it has given her from a step up in life. Her diplomatic skills had played one part in aiding her when it came to strangers, but overall she could only make assumptions of what another intended. Perhaps that is what always made her curious about others—she would enjoy prodding and poking through anyone’s thoughts if she could.
“Nice to meet you, Taryn,” Lucrezia gives a nod of her head and speaks in a polite manner. The mare hears the obviousness that Taryn is from another land. Most of those that lingered within the field were from another land or simply looking to go elsewhere in Beqanna. The field would always be the place for the homeless.
Her nostrils flare instantly at the familiar smell—earth and death mixed all into one. She does not like the smell one bit because she knows where it comes from. And she is already searching quickly for the source of it. The chestnut overo mare catches her attention, minding her own business, which she is thankful for. She, however, keeps an eye on the mare for just a moment and returns back to the taller black mare.
A moment that does not last that long.
Sinew quickly interrupts, addressing her personally out into the open. Her ears are quick to flicker in the direction of the chestnut overo. “Hello Sinew,” she greets. Always polite despite her personal feeling towards the place and horses Sinew associates with. And evidently, Sinew felt the need to also interrupt her conversation by allowing herself into the one she is having now with Taryn.
Lucrezia flares her nostrils, ever so softly at the annoyance of Sinew’s decision. However, she turns to look back to Taryn and answer the question she had asked earlier. “I am from Tephra.” She states. There is no need to give such a description yet, she supposes. “Are you looking for a place to stay or call home?” She asks, feeling out the black mare’s intentions before she proceeds forward.
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