The bay girl can tell he doesn't agree with her, but instead of continuing her one-sided argument her lips press into a hard line as she moves forward. She had never been one for moping, (she remembers scolding Clayton for doing just that) she was still processing in these first moments of conciseness after a communal murder. But she won't force him to talk about it.
Or... listen to her talk about it.
There were plenty of other questions hanging between them, from her point of view, and Will could easily fill the air with them for however long there were going to be shacked up in whatever back-woods part of Hyaline they were in. It was a little exciting in a way, hiding out with a young stallion she just met. That's really the only bright side to the whole situation.
Her progress is frustratingly slow, she's running on reserves and the plague is setting a fever in her bones, but his closeness was a comfort. Her mothers were fertile women, to say the least, and she was used to almost always having a companion. In her litter there had been three, and between the two Queens, they added three other children from previous dalliances. The family grotto had been a cramped one, but Warlight had never yearned for the warmth of another's side.
Unknowingly, both their thoughts have now turned to family, and after she had quenched her thirst she looks to the pale colt. He slides into the water and she is close to following, letting her knees buckle below her until the creek washes across her back and covers her withers.
She plunges her face into the water, and the gentle rapids cloud around her. Most of the grime is worked free by the churning water, and a ferocious shake of her submerges skull sends the rest floating on downstream.
She rises, knee-deep once again, gasping for breath but with an innocent-enough smile tugging at the edges of her lips. "Feels better." She states under her breath, looking to the watchful colt once again. "So you know where my family an I are from... what about you? Nomads, Sylvia, Loess, Nerine, Ischia? Do you have a family? " She rattles off options waiting for the sake of his head, a yes or no.
@[Raul]
Or... listen to her talk about it.
There were plenty of other questions hanging between them, from her point of view, and Will could easily fill the air with them for however long there were going to be shacked up in whatever back-woods part of Hyaline they were in. It was a little exciting in a way, hiding out with a young stallion she just met. That's really the only bright side to the whole situation.
Her progress is frustratingly slow, she's running on reserves and the plague is setting a fever in her bones, but his closeness was a comfort. Her mothers were fertile women, to say the least, and she was used to almost always having a companion. In her litter there had been three, and between the two Queens, they added three other children from previous dalliances. The family grotto had been a cramped one, but Warlight had never yearned for the warmth of another's side.
Unknowingly, both their thoughts have now turned to family, and after she had quenched her thirst she looks to the pale colt. He slides into the water and she is close to following, letting her knees buckle below her until the creek washes across her back and covers her withers.
She plunges her face into the water, and the gentle rapids cloud around her. Most of the grime is worked free by the churning water, and a ferocious shake of her submerges skull sends the rest floating on downstream.
She rises, knee-deep once again, gasping for breath but with an innocent-enough smile tugging at the edges of her lips. "Feels better." She states under her breath, looking to the watchful colt once again. "So you know where my family an I are from... what about you? Nomads, Sylvia, Loess, Nerine, Ischia? Do you have a family? " She rattles off options waiting for the sake of his head, a yes or no.
@[Raul]
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