08-16-2015, 08:42 AM
Before Yael was a magician, she was an empath, and as a result, her ability to read emotions is the incredibly astute. Sometimes it’s the only gift she leaves ‘on,’ preferring to keep her more invasive abilities tucked quietly away. Not that most of Beqanna - at least the adults over five years of age - probably knew who she was. There are many beautifully and strikingly colored inhabitants, but there was only one gold and silver mare with an accent.
The mare’s awe and surprise hit her first, followed by a quick switch to fear and then a slow descent to calm. Ah, yes… Yael often had that effect on newcomers. She meets the dappled lady’s gaze in the dark, and even though she’s not sure the stranger can see the reassurance in her cinnamon-brown eyes, she tries to make it evident. “I ahm Yael. Eet ees a pleasure to meet you, Neeso. - “ Yael is about to ask her where she comes from, but before she can, Tiberios interrupts. Ha. It seems that even at night, it’s a rat race to recruit as quickly as possible. She sighs very quietly and under her breath, and then greets the black and white stallion in the same way she greeted Neso. “Xello Tibeerios…”
And then the former Queen (and mother, eight times over) in her takes charge, continuing neatly on, regardless of the intrusion. “Ahr you alright? You seem veary… xaf you traveled very far?” That, at least, she knew something about.
The mare’s awe and surprise hit her first, followed by a quick switch to fear and then a slow descent to calm. Ah, yes… Yael often had that effect on newcomers. She meets the dappled lady’s gaze in the dark, and even though she’s not sure the stranger can see the reassurance in her cinnamon-brown eyes, she tries to make it evident. “I ahm Yael. Eet ees a pleasure to meet you, Neeso. - “ Yael is about to ask her where she comes from, but before she can, Tiberios interrupts. Ha. It seems that even at night, it’s a rat race to recruit as quickly as possible. She sighs very quietly and under her breath, and then greets the black and white stallion in the same way she greeted Neso. “Xello Tibeerios…”
And then the former Queen (and mother, eight times over) in her takes charge, continuing neatly on, regardless of the intrusion. “Ahr you alright? You seem veary… xaf you traveled very far?” That, at least, she knew something about.
Yael, guardian of the desert