08-29-2021, 09:03 AM
The air in front of her shimmers, and Moira stops abruptly, her dark ears flicking forward curiously even as she eyes it with suspicion. When the strangeness in the air becomes instead a stallion, his feathered wings partially flared, she gasps in surprise.
“That’s a neat trick,” she says with a laugh that sounds - somehow - like flowing water, and only after the word fall from her lisp does she really see the expression on his face, and better grasp the meaning behind his words.
“Oh,” she says softly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
Not all lands are as free with their borders as Ischia is. Moira has been told this before, but she has so rarely left her homeland that it hadn’t even occurred to her today. She has made an error, she knows, but the sea-eyed stallion doesn’t act as though her mistake cannot be rectified.
“Perhaps you could escort me the rest of the way to the sea?” She asks hopefully, grateful more than ever for her practice at above-water speaking. Her voice is no longer as shrill as it had once been, though it does at time draw others inexplicably close. “Then I won’t be alone, and perhaps you could tell me what is so frightening about your flowers.”
She smiles up at him, using her very most charming smile. She’s rarely denied anything when she does.
@Wherewolf
“That’s a neat trick,” she says with a laugh that sounds - somehow - like flowing water, and only after the word fall from her lisp does she really see the expression on his face, and better grasp the meaning behind his words.
“Oh,” she says softly. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know.”
Not all lands are as free with their borders as Ischia is. Moira has been told this before, but she has so rarely left her homeland that it hadn’t even occurred to her today. She has made an error, she knows, but the sea-eyed stallion doesn’t act as though her mistake cannot be rectified.
“Perhaps you could escort me the rest of the way to the sea?” She asks hopefully, grateful more than ever for her practice at above-water speaking. Her voice is no longer as shrill as it had once been, though it does at time draw others inexplicably close. “Then I won’t be alone, and perhaps you could tell me what is so frightening about your flowers.”
She smiles up at him, using her very most charming smile. She’s rarely denied anything when she does.
@Wherewolf