10-26-2019, 04:04 PM
(This post was last modified: 10-26-2019, 04:05 PM by Neverwhere.)
Conversational might be a stretch.
She has been practicing her conversation lately, regardless of whether that has been her intention. In fact, it has certainly not been her intention at all. Her intention had been to drift through Beqanna the same as anywhere else, but things did not worked out that way. Instead, she lingers here, trading snide comments with the Nerinian queen. Although she would never - literally never - admit it, there is a grudging appreciation for Heartfire's silence and the way she never tries to fill it, or push Neverwhere to do the same, and so it is with some reluctance that the silver dapple asks the question at all. She blatantly ignores the quirk of Heartfire's black brow and only shrugs in response.
"Well, don't hurt yourself trying."
A great many things, indeed. There are whispers of A Great Many Things everywhere that Neverwhere goes, well beyond the rare few that would affect her in any meaningful way. The unrest makes wag-tongues of horses in the common lands, and the dappled mare has sharp ears. Although it is rarely Heartfire's name on their lips, it would be foolish to assume changes south of the rocky cliffs cannot reach them here. Neverwhere has assumed no such thing, though she is unaccustomed to a life with borders and politics. Or perhaps it is because she is unused to them that she understands exactly how meaningless they are to the creeping discord.
It is unlikely that Heartfire needs any such lessons, so Neverwhere only fixes an eye on her, studying her quietly for a moment. One might describe the spotted roan as a mare with purpose. Neverwhere is frequently the opposite, though she often looks as though she has one, expression serious and steps bold. She never acquired the hesitation or studiousness of some horses that have lost their vision, only learned to lift her feet a little higher, listen a little closer, to know by the difference of the wind whether it is the face of a cliff or it's edge that stands ahead of her. But her purpose is only to explore, in her own way, and Heartfire's is... unknown.
And I bet that just pisses them off, Nev thinks, knowing exactly how frequently her own actions and words are ascribed meaning that never existed until placed there by someone else. She takes the bait with a flick of her ears.
"You've come just to enjoy the scenery, then?"
@[Heartfire]
She has been practicing her conversation lately, regardless of whether that has been her intention. In fact, it has certainly not been her intention at all. Her intention had been to drift through Beqanna the same as anywhere else, but things did not worked out that way. Instead, she lingers here, trading snide comments with the Nerinian queen. Although she would never - literally never - admit it, there is a grudging appreciation for Heartfire's silence and the way she never tries to fill it, or push Neverwhere to do the same, and so it is with some reluctance that the silver dapple asks the question at all. She blatantly ignores the quirk of Heartfire's black brow and only shrugs in response.
"Well, don't hurt yourself trying."
A great many things, indeed. There are whispers of A Great Many Things everywhere that Neverwhere goes, well beyond the rare few that would affect her in any meaningful way. The unrest makes wag-tongues of horses in the common lands, and the dappled mare has sharp ears. Although it is rarely Heartfire's name on their lips, it would be foolish to assume changes south of the rocky cliffs cannot reach them here. Neverwhere has assumed no such thing, though she is unaccustomed to a life with borders and politics. Or perhaps it is because she is unused to them that she understands exactly how meaningless they are to the creeping discord.
It is unlikely that Heartfire needs any such lessons, so Neverwhere only fixes an eye on her, studying her quietly for a moment. One might describe the spotted roan as a mare with purpose. Neverwhere is frequently the opposite, though she often looks as though she has one, expression serious and steps bold. She never acquired the hesitation or studiousness of some horses that have lost their vision, only learned to lift her feet a little higher, listen a little closer, to know by the difference of the wind whether it is the face of a cliff or it's edge that stands ahead of her. But her purpose is only to explore, in her own way, and Heartfire's is... unknown.
And I bet that just pisses them off, Nev thinks, knowing exactly how frequently her own actions and words are ascribed meaning that never existed until placed there by someone else. She takes the bait with a flick of her ears.
"You've come just to enjoy the scenery, then?"
@[Heartfire]
