11-05-2019, 05:46 PM
Santana listened to her concerns, her doubts. And he felt a twinge of pity at it. It was a lot to ask, to bear so much power and to use it well. But to ignore it entirely? It had never been an option for the opal coated stallion. Not that it would have let him. Magic like that had a way of bursting out if it wasn't given a measure of freedom. And it often had far more disastrous consequences when the explosion came.
He kept quiet, letting her react to his pushing, curious what she would do. And it was as well as he could have hoped. Better, even, as her defiance granted him a further insight into the reluctant girl's past. She had died? It was unusual, to see a dead girl walking. Not something he'd ever had to deal with before. There was more to that story, he was sure, but it could be handled later. There were things more to the point that occupied his mind now.
With a look of mild concern, his eyes followed the line of her back, where armor had so recently lain. "Ahh, see there. You've got fire in you after all." He smiled faintly. He'd had to offend her to bring it out, but there was a spark behind he fear, sure enough.
The pale stallion took another step closer. His ever present wings folded tightly to his barrel. They were his giveaway, the one piece of his appearance that he couldn't shift away. Normal had been a hypothetical concept since the day he'd been born, and a small nudge at the back of his mind envied Casimira for the way she could go through life without anyone knowing she was more than she appeared. Had she not come upon him in his reptilian form, he'd never have seen anything but a beautiful young mare in the girl who looked at him so angrily now.
Then something in her expression changes, and he can see that whatever haunts her hasn't released her mind anymore than it's released her body. A sudden shame filled him. The muscular line of his neck dropped in sudden submition to the mistake he knew he'd made.
"Look..." He started, coughing a bit before continuing. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed when you're so obviously uncomfortable with it. Just. It doesn't make sense to me, cutting off what makes you unique. You said it doesn't run in your family? Maybe that's because you're the first of them strong enough to handle it." That seemed logical to him. Power to create and destroy. It defined their world. She'd seen that first hand, apparently, but that didn't mean what she held was no longer good. He figured it meant she should learn to use it better, so the next time trouble came, she would come out on top. Fire was a tool. Better to bend it to your will than let it burn you first.
@[Casimira]
He kept quiet, letting her react to his pushing, curious what she would do. And it was as well as he could have hoped. Better, even, as her defiance granted him a further insight into the reluctant girl's past. She had died? It was unusual, to see a dead girl walking. Not something he'd ever had to deal with before. There was more to that story, he was sure, but it could be handled later. There were things more to the point that occupied his mind now.
With a look of mild concern, his eyes followed the line of her back, where armor had so recently lain. "Ahh, see there. You've got fire in you after all." He smiled faintly. He'd had to offend her to bring it out, but there was a spark behind he fear, sure enough.
The pale stallion took another step closer. His ever present wings folded tightly to his barrel. They were his giveaway, the one piece of his appearance that he couldn't shift away. Normal had been a hypothetical concept since the day he'd been born, and a small nudge at the back of his mind envied Casimira for the way she could go through life without anyone knowing she was more than she appeared. Had she not come upon him in his reptilian form, he'd never have seen anything but a beautiful young mare in the girl who looked at him so angrily now.
Then something in her expression changes, and he can see that whatever haunts her hasn't released her mind anymore than it's released her body. A sudden shame filled him. The muscular line of his neck dropped in sudden submition to the mistake he knew he'd made.
"Look..." He started, coughing a bit before continuing. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have pushed when you're so obviously uncomfortable with it. Just. It doesn't make sense to me, cutting off what makes you unique. You said it doesn't run in your family? Maybe that's because you're the first of them strong enough to handle it." That seemed logical to him. Power to create and destroy. It defined their world. She'd seen that first hand, apparently, but that didn't mean what she held was no longer good. He figured it meant she should learn to use it better, so the next time trouble came, she would come out on top. Fire was a tool. Better to bend it to your will than let it burn you first.
@[Casimira]