09-26-2019, 10:34 PM
Unlike Lilliana, smiles do not leap readily to Neverwhere's lips, perhaps something wry or sarcastic here and there, but a true, genuine grin, much less frequently. Now, they only press together firmly, jaw muscles flexing and bulging for a moment, and then releasing with a final, sharp, snort.
"It's nothing," she says, curtly, turning away and letting the silence lay thick for a moment, her frostbitten ear fluttering, "It really is nothing, Lilli. I assumed something I shouldn't have, and I'm paying the price, I suppose. You'll never believe it, I let some mare play magic tricks with my vision."
Tricks indeed. The border of Taiga and Nerine pulls at her greedily from somewhere behind, calls her back to where she can see without the thick cloud of her destroyed sight, without the auras and fog and shadow. But could she even find it at this point? She lets her gaze - such as it is - fall back onto Lilliana, her expression brightened, the red receding, "Heartfire. I ran into her, along the way."
It is very possible that, living in Taiga, Lilliana has heard the name, perhaps she has even met her. Somehow, the smiling chestnut seems to find her way into everything, eventually. Neverwhere takes a long, deep, breath, letting the air tumble noisily from her nostrils as the last of her irritation fades. It leaves an empty raggedness behind that she finds is replaced by a rush of relief, of gratitude. Her muzzle swings to the place where Lilli's presses warm breath against her shoulder, a fleeting moment that ends swiftly. Though she works to keep her tone neutral and unconcerned, she is pleased to find Lilliana here. She is well and truly lost until her senses remember their usual work.
How long before that happens, though?
A ripple of worry runs across her skin. She is no more used to worry than she is used to being lost. It is a day of unpleasant lessons. With any further admission on the topic requiring her to expose this newfound weakness, she lets it drop away.
"Wreaking havoc? I'm afraid your informant is quite wrong, I've been too busy staring at everything until my eyes cross. As for this fog, I don't think I couldn't tell you where my fog ends and yours begins, it's all rather the same... wetter, though."
The silver mare says this last with a full-body shake that sends water spraying in all directions.
"I guess you'll have to give me the audio tour."
@[lilliana]
"It's nothing," she says, curtly, turning away and letting the silence lay thick for a moment, her frostbitten ear fluttering, "It really is nothing, Lilli. I assumed something I shouldn't have, and I'm paying the price, I suppose. You'll never believe it, I let some mare play magic tricks with my vision."
Tricks indeed. The border of Taiga and Nerine pulls at her greedily from somewhere behind, calls her back to where she can see without the thick cloud of her destroyed sight, without the auras and fog and shadow. But could she even find it at this point? She lets her gaze - such as it is - fall back onto Lilliana, her expression brightened, the red receding, "Heartfire. I ran into her, along the way."
It is very possible that, living in Taiga, Lilliana has heard the name, perhaps she has even met her. Somehow, the smiling chestnut seems to find her way into everything, eventually. Neverwhere takes a long, deep, breath, letting the air tumble noisily from her nostrils as the last of her irritation fades. It leaves an empty raggedness behind that she finds is replaced by a rush of relief, of gratitude. Her muzzle swings to the place where Lilli's presses warm breath against her shoulder, a fleeting moment that ends swiftly. Though she works to keep her tone neutral and unconcerned, she is pleased to find Lilliana here. She is well and truly lost until her senses remember their usual work.
How long before that happens, though?
A ripple of worry runs across her skin. She is no more used to worry than she is used to being lost. It is a day of unpleasant lessons. With any further admission on the topic requiring her to expose this newfound weakness, she lets it drop away.
"Wreaking havoc? I'm afraid your informant is quite wrong, I've been too busy staring at everything until my eyes cross. As for this fog, I don't think I couldn't tell you where my fog ends and yours begins, it's all rather the same... wetter, though."
The silver mare says this last with a full-body shake that sends water spraying in all directions.
"I guess you'll have to give me the audio tour."
@[lilliana]
