11-25-2019, 10:32 PM
Nerine has been filling up. Ghosts are drifting across its borders in ones and twos, and she sees them, finds them stifling, and keeps only near enough to watch when things look interesting. She had seen the pink-spotted mare cross into the kingdom with another young mare - that one antlered, but both wearing sadness across them like cloaks. Neverwhere had kept her distance.
But it would seem that she has a magnet in her tail because wherever she goes, the creatures come to her, drawn to her scowling face. She cannot fathom their interest, certainly she does not strive to be interesting, and yet they come, and worse, they stay.
This is getting a bit ridiculous, she thinks, as the other mare comes nearer, redirecting herself with apparent purpose. The dappled mare huffs and lifts her head from her grazing, chewing slowly at the grass blades that stick out from between her lips, pale eyes following the approaching spots coolly. The spring sun glances blows off hip bones and the too-sharp point of a shoulder, and the threads of the girl's mane glint dully, dirty with rock dust and grime, but the metallic sheen cries out from beneath the film when the clear sun hits it. Everything shines in Nerine, there is nowhere to hide on the cliff tops.
She blinks and lets one ear sweep back, the other tracing the sound of hooves dragging in rocky soil - tired, heavy feet, trampling her peace. Eurwen introduces herself and Neverwhere greets her with silence, lets it linger between them for a long moment, stony-faced, until she relents with an exasperated sigh at the blue eyed angel whispering in her ear that she knows better.
"You're new here." she says abruptly, unaware that as far as Eurwen is concerned, she is the new one, "Neverwhere."
The visible lines of Eurwen's ribs makes her think of Eyas. Are you gathering yourself an army of skeletons, Neverwhere?
But it would seem that she has a magnet in her tail because wherever she goes, the creatures come to her, drawn to her scowling face. She cannot fathom their interest, certainly she does not strive to be interesting, and yet they come, and worse, they stay.
This is getting a bit ridiculous, she thinks, as the other mare comes nearer, redirecting herself with apparent purpose. The dappled mare huffs and lifts her head from her grazing, chewing slowly at the grass blades that stick out from between her lips, pale eyes following the approaching spots coolly. The spring sun glances blows off hip bones and the too-sharp point of a shoulder, and the threads of the girl's mane glint dully, dirty with rock dust and grime, but the metallic sheen cries out from beneath the film when the clear sun hits it. Everything shines in Nerine, there is nowhere to hide on the cliff tops.
She blinks and lets one ear sweep back, the other tracing the sound of hooves dragging in rocky soil - tired, heavy feet, trampling her peace. Eurwen introduces herself and Neverwhere greets her with silence, lets it linger between them for a long moment, stony-faced, until she relents with an exasperated sigh at the blue eyed angel whispering in her ear that she knows better.
"You're new here." she says abruptly, unaware that as far as Eurwen is concerned, she is the new one, "Neverwhere."
The visible lines of Eurwen's ribs makes her think of Eyas. Are you gathering yourself an army of skeletons, Neverwhere?
Neverwhere
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@[Eurwen]
