09-20-2019, 09:24 AM
Melinoë
The gold splattered mare almost seems startled by Melinoë's approach. Beautifully topaz eyes turn towards the ghostly apparition and, suddenly, she feels wholly unworthy of the stunning creature's attention. The 'hello' that is issued is almost hesitant and surprised, even as the tones of her musical voice ring as clear as a bell. Melinoë is not certain what she had been expecting, certainly not as welcoming of a greeting as she had. She had grown accustomed to being thought of as odd or usual. Time spent surrounded by brimstone and icy death had hardened her - made her not as easily known as she might have been otherwise.
A smile gently caresses Melinoë's lips and she dipped her head ever so slightly in recognition of the issued greeting. Not fazed by the startling continuation of the mare, now known as Kensa's, speech - the odd creature's ears sat forward to catch every glittering sound. Of course, she was staring. Melinoë hardly appeared to belong to the land of the living. She very clearly stood out amongst the many markings of life - she caught the eyes of others, but not in the same way that Kensa did. She had beauty and grace dripping from every curve of her. The allure she presented was dangerous, and Melinoë wondered what kind of life she led when she possessed such recognition and power over the senses.
"As was I," Melinoë admitted with forceful bluntness. Talking to those whose lungs still craved oxygen was entirely different than the conversation she'd endured with the spirits of her father's realm. They had not always been as straight forward as her new friend appeared to be. They were confused and, mostly, not always aware that they were, in fact, dead. Melinoë had exhausted all pity from a very young age.
The chestnut mare extends her muzzle forward and, for a moment, Melinoë simply stared - unsure of Kensa's expectation. It occurred to her, perhaps several moments too late, what she was asking. Hurriedly, and somewhat awkwardly, the blue maned mare stumbled forward to meet the greeting gesture. She prayed to the gods that her ineptitude would go unnoticed. Quickly eager to turn attention away from her apparent awkwardness, she listened intently to Kensa's inquiry and struggled to form a coherent answer.
"The north," Melinoë repeated thoughtfully. "I guess, then, you could say that I hail from the south - as far south as one could get. I was banished to this land by my parents, though I am not eager to return home to them just yet."
It was confusing, her answer, but she was not yet certain how her true parentage might be received. Concealing the details of her origins appeared to be the best course of action - at least, for now.
Peracles
@[Kensa]