12-11-2019, 10:11 AM
Nothing obvious changes in her expression, one ear turned back, a frown still faintly pulling at the corners of her mouth, but Eurwen's response catches her a bit off guard and when she replies, she does so slowly, voice thick with sarcasm.
"Yes, that is exactly what it looks like you've done." Her eyes flicker pointedly over the dirt scuffs that spread across the spotted mare's coat, the mud still sticking in clumps to her mane and tail. It may be surprising to someone who does not know her - or, perhaps to someone who does - that she notices those details on a coat already naturally spotted. The pale blue of her eyes is hidden behind clouds and it would be reasonable to assume that she can only see things that are quite close, and even then, mostly shadows. Heartfire's magic is not a healing one, unfortunately, it merely bypasses the existing damage.
You're similar to my family. Neverwhere snorts. She has heard this before. Over and over, her experiences seem to repeat. Once she thought to run away from it, to wander endlessly, but it had taken only a few years to realize that even then, there was a repetition, a similarity. In a world that seems endlessly large, it's amazing how quickly you can run out of New wandering from place to place. Perhaps that is the real reason she has stayed in Nerine, because even having a place to call home was new, having a friend in Lilli and trading dry jokes with Heartfire, those things were new to her. Even the crackling hatred she felt for Wolfbane was new, which all begs the question of whether she will grow weary of it all some day and disappear again, hunting adventure.
A problem for another day. She is not yet tired of being inestimably bored of and cranky with the other residents of Beqanna.
"Until recently, it was mostly just me coming and going from Nerine, so it would seem you've returned just in time."
"Yes, that is exactly what it looks like you've done." Her eyes flicker pointedly over the dirt scuffs that spread across the spotted mare's coat, the mud still sticking in clumps to her mane and tail. It may be surprising to someone who does not know her - or, perhaps to someone who does - that she notices those details on a coat already naturally spotted. The pale blue of her eyes is hidden behind clouds and it would be reasonable to assume that she can only see things that are quite close, and even then, mostly shadows. Heartfire's magic is not a healing one, unfortunately, it merely bypasses the existing damage.
You're similar to my family. Neverwhere snorts. She has heard this before. Over and over, her experiences seem to repeat. Once she thought to run away from it, to wander endlessly, but it had taken only a few years to realize that even then, there was a repetition, a similarity. In a world that seems endlessly large, it's amazing how quickly you can run out of New wandering from place to place. Perhaps that is the real reason she has stayed in Nerine, because even having a place to call home was new, having a friend in Lilli and trading dry jokes with Heartfire, those things were new to her. Even the crackling hatred she felt for Wolfbane was new, which all begs the question of whether she will grow weary of it all some day and disappear again, hunting adventure.
A problem for another day. She is not yet tired of being inestimably bored of and cranky with the other residents of Beqanna.
"Until recently, it was mostly just me coming and going from Nerine, so it would seem you've returned just in time."
Neverwhere
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@[Eurwen]
