"Catcher is my name." Neither of them had asked her directly, but she figured she would give them that bit of information anyway. "It means I like to catch things," she says, with a wide grin, shifting her features for a breadth of a second to display a row of serpentine fangs and golden eyes. But it's there and gone with a blink of an eye and a purifying laugh. A snake she might be, and a catcher of prey on a few occasions, but she much preferred the act of catching and exploring dreams instead. In her opinion, it was much more fascinating and generally time better spent.
As it hadn't occurred to the filly, it evades her that they might be equipped with their own unique predatory instincts. The maiden might have noticed the point of their teeth, but beyond that everything else remained hidden beneath the gossamer of blissful ignorance. There hadn't been an obstacle in her life yet, that brought with it those feelings of danger and pain and betrayal and guilt or anything else unpleasant for the matter. They were possible she knew, but a bridge uncrossed and path untravelled. She had been warned, desperately by a mother who had known all of those things on levels of intimacy no well-minded person would ever dare explore.
But mother was debilitatingly afraid of something, she had been for a very long time, and Catcher was just not.
"Not really. Not unless you're willing to travel and cross kingdom boundaries," her tone thoughtful, she quickly adds to answer the sea toned mare's second question. "But if you're looking for more of a quick fix, I would suggest moving into denser woods where the wind won't reach as much. The wind is what will drive the cold straight to your bones." The dream weaver smiles, wider now, looking between the two as if to beg them the same question "Where are you from?"
@[Rivuline] @[Celina]
As it hadn't occurred to the filly, it evades her that they might be equipped with their own unique predatory instincts. The maiden might have noticed the point of their teeth, but beyond that everything else remained hidden beneath the gossamer of blissful ignorance. There hadn't been an obstacle in her life yet, that brought with it those feelings of danger and pain and betrayal and guilt or anything else unpleasant for the matter. They were possible she knew, but a bridge uncrossed and path untravelled. She had been warned, desperately by a mother who had known all of those things on levels of intimacy no well-minded person would ever dare explore.
But mother was debilitatingly afraid of something, she had been for a very long time, and Catcher was just not.
"Not really. Not unless you're willing to travel and cross kingdom boundaries," her tone thoughtful, she quickly adds to answer the sea toned mare's second question. "But if you're looking for more of a quick fix, I would suggest moving into denser woods where the wind won't reach as much. The wind is what will drive the cold straight to your bones." The dream weaver smiles, wider now, looking between the two as if to beg them the same question "Where are you from?"
@[Rivuline] @[Celina]
