02-13-2020, 09:46 PM
There was never much of a chance for Neverwhere's patience with Heartfire to be tested, the roan had been secretive and quiet, but had never pressed her hard or forced her to choose a path. Perhaps the trick with the eyesight had been a... suggestion but there hadn't been any harm in it once she understood its limits, and it didn't corral her in any way - the decision to stay within Nerine to take advantage of the unasked for gift had been her own. In any case, if she had ever thought that Heartfire might have done more for her, she is soothed by full vision that she now enjoys, and she directs a clouded eye on the black and white stallion as he travels beside her, taking in the scenery of Nerine.
His dry opinion does not surprise her, and not simply because of the tense relations that Loess and Nerine have enjoyed recently. The silvered mare has heard whispers of others' opinions, and also because, in some aspects, the two mares were similar, and she knows very well the sort of reactions she is capable of eliciting. But being disliked did not seem to be a problem that concerned Heartfire, nor is it a problem for Neverwhere, and, she suspects, not one for Castile, either, though he tries to hide the edge beneath downy layers of charm and a voice thick as tobacco. He stops, and her clouded eyes narrow slightly - she is slow to do the same, drawing further ahead, and does not turn right away as he speaks. Neverwhere is not generally curious about others by nature and his proposal of a game leaves her cold. Games are not her forte, and she has fewer than twenty-one questions to throw back at him without asking after subjects she could not care about much less. So...
"Usually everyone just tells me their life story without my having to guess at the correct questions," She finally cranes her neck to look back at him fully, the rest of her follows, body angled slightly away from his, "Probably because I never ask."
Has she never asked? The words fall from her lips as most do, careless, without a second thought, and even as she says them, she wonders if they are true. She can't remember a time the she has asked anything so banal as how long someone has lived in a place except with thickly layered cynicism. She smirks slightly, remembering how she had asked after Lepis as she needled Lilliana and Wolfbane in the Taigan woods, but the humor melts away, remembering another conversation involving many of the same characters.
She does have a question, after all.
"Four years, more or less. Three in Nerine." Enough time to trace its boundaries, to see the invisible lines by the fade in-and-out of her vision before Heartfire gave it back in full. She wonders if he will think her question an unfair trade - age for purpose. Well, never mind.
"What do dragons want with a rainforest?"
His dry opinion does not surprise her, and not simply because of the tense relations that Loess and Nerine have enjoyed recently. The silvered mare has heard whispers of others' opinions, and also because, in some aspects, the two mares were similar, and she knows very well the sort of reactions she is capable of eliciting. But being disliked did not seem to be a problem that concerned Heartfire, nor is it a problem for Neverwhere, and, she suspects, not one for Castile, either, though he tries to hide the edge beneath downy layers of charm and a voice thick as tobacco. He stops, and her clouded eyes narrow slightly - she is slow to do the same, drawing further ahead, and does not turn right away as he speaks. Neverwhere is not generally curious about others by nature and his proposal of a game leaves her cold. Games are not her forte, and she has fewer than twenty-one questions to throw back at him without asking after subjects she could not care about much less. So...
"Usually everyone just tells me their life story without my having to guess at the correct questions," She finally cranes her neck to look back at him fully, the rest of her follows, body angled slightly away from his, "Probably because I never ask."
Has she never asked? The words fall from her lips as most do, careless, without a second thought, and even as she says them, she wonders if they are true. She can't remember a time the she has asked anything so banal as how long someone has lived in a place except with thickly layered cynicism. She smirks slightly, remembering how she had asked after Lepis as she needled Lilliana and Wolfbane in the Taigan woods, but the humor melts away, remembering another conversation involving many of the same characters.
She does have a question, after all.
"Four years, more or less. Three in Nerine." Enough time to trace its boundaries, to see the invisible lines by the fade in-and-out of her vision before Heartfire gave it back in full. She wonders if he will think her question an unfair trade - age for purpose. Well, never mind.
"What do dragons want with a rainforest?"
Neverwhere
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@[Castile]
