07-12-2015, 10:42 PM
what is dead may never die;
The girl almost runs into her, but to look at Aletheia you'd never know it. She simply stands still, trusting that they won't collide, or perhaps not caring if they do. The painted mare is ultimately able to stop before she crashes into Theia, but it's a close question. Aletheia does not so much as raise an eyebrow.
The girl speaks then, introducing herself, and Aletheia listens politely. Even she can tell that the girl is young, little more than a filly, and she wonders how it's come to happen that she is here. Being born outside Beqanna she'd have had quite a trip to get back here. Aletheia wonders absentmindedly if the girl's parents knew that she was here.
Aletheia is about to reply and give her own name, as is only proper, when something entirely unexpected happens: Dimora reaches out and touches her.
Aletheia has not been touched by a horse in all of her time in Beqanna, believe it or not. Perhaps it's her naturally icy demeanor. Perhaps it's her natural reserved and distant personality. But when Dimora puts her nose gently on Aletheia, the grey girl gasps.
It's as though she can feel a small trickle of the girl's energy starting to melt into her. It's an incredibly weird feeling, and she can't help it – she pulls back reflexively.
It's then that she notices the grass where she had been standing: wilted, just like all the grass her hooves touch. She wonders if it's the same kind of thing, and she looks back to Dimora, true concern in her eyes for the first time. She is relieved to see that the girl does not seem as wilted as the plants – perhaps whatever it is she does to plants is diluted on larger things? Or perhaps it's something entirely different? She has absolutely no idea.
"S-sorry." she finally manages after a moment. Her voice sounds uncharacteristically shaken. "I've never had that happen before." her voice slowly returns to its even, neither pleasant nor unpleasant timbre. She declines to mention that she's never been touched before. She hopes the girl decides not to try touching again.
She remembers, then, that the girl had asked something else. Something about a father. "Your father? I don't know of any stallions here right now. What's his name?"
The girl speaks then, introducing herself, and Aletheia listens politely. Even she can tell that the girl is young, little more than a filly, and she wonders how it's come to happen that she is here. Being born outside Beqanna she'd have had quite a trip to get back here. Aletheia wonders absentmindedly if the girl's parents knew that she was here.
Aletheia is about to reply and give her own name, as is only proper, when something entirely unexpected happens: Dimora reaches out and touches her.
Aletheia has not been touched by a horse in all of her time in Beqanna, believe it or not. Perhaps it's her naturally icy demeanor. Perhaps it's her natural reserved and distant personality. But when Dimora puts her nose gently on Aletheia, the grey girl gasps.
It's as though she can feel a small trickle of the girl's energy starting to melt into her. It's an incredibly weird feeling, and she can't help it – she pulls back reflexively.
It's then that she notices the grass where she had been standing: wilted, just like all the grass her hooves touch. She wonders if it's the same kind of thing, and she looks back to Dimora, true concern in her eyes for the first time. She is relieved to see that the girl does not seem as wilted as the plants – perhaps whatever it is she does to plants is diluted on larger things? Or perhaps it's something entirely different? She has absolutely no idea.
"S-sorry." she finally manages after a moment. Her voice sounds uncharacteristically shaken. "I've never had that happen before." her voice slowly returns to its even, neither pleasant nor unpleasant timbre. She declines to mention that she's never been touched before. She hopes the girl decides not to try touching again.
She remembers, then, that the girl had asked something else. Something about a father. "Your father? I don't know of any stallions here right now. What's his name?"
but rises again
Aletheia
harder and stronger