09-07-2017, 08:19 PM
 i'll use you as a makeshift gauge of how much to give and how much to take For an awkwardly long moment, Ivar is quiet. He doesn’t accept her apology and he certainly doesn’t stop staring. Never in his life has he seen something like this creature. It feels like a horse because it sings (prey) But there is very little familiar about it. Those wings – where are the feathers? Those legs – why are there so many? Are those horns on her head – why do they seem so fragile? Everything about the stranger seems fragile, really. It’s only then, when the empathy finally catches up with his shock, that he realizes that he has been staring (and probably doing so open-mouthed) for an embarrisngly long amount of time. “I..oh. uh.” The scaled stallion is so rarely at a loss for words that this situation makes it all the worse. “I’m sorry too. For staring I mean. I’ve never seen.... I haven’t…” He is making it worse. How terrible. Best to start over, a fresh beginning. “Hi. I’m Ivar.” |
ooc: i love it <3