04-27-2023, 11:01 PM
She does love the sky and her golden eyes warm at this observation. The intensity of Margot’s gaze is not uncomfortable - it makes the star-opal mare feel seen, something she appreciates even in a first meeting.
Zohariel feels a wave of sympathy for Margot, for her home having been at the bottom of the water for all those years (how long, she does not know - because she hadn’t gotten around to visiting the lands or learning anything of them until now). She takes a step forward, but stops before drawing any closer - reminding herself that Margot isn’t one of her family members - she can’t force affection or comfort upon her.
“I feel… more myself underneath the sky, especially at night. Which is a nice feeling I'd enjoy having more of.” She doesn’t know the name for what this means, when the darkness and the stars make her blood and bones sing with happiness, but she knows it is her reality. So why not live somewhere where she can experience that every night, unimpeded by trees and mountains. The canyons nearby may provide some barrier but there is this cove - where she can stand in the silvery, starlit waters every night.
“Alright, I’ll stay.” Zohariel required very little convincing - and the other mare’s statement-of-fact about it easily overpowered whatever lingering uncertainty there might have been.
She focuses now just on the other mare - on the almost-fragile appearance of her that seems so at odds with everything Margot has displayed so far. It’s a fascinating combination and although Zohariel could stand in this cove forever, she is curious about the rest of it if only because it is where this other mare lives. “Can you show me the rest?”
Zohariel feels a wave of sympathy for Margot, for her home having been at the bottom of the water for all those years (how long, she does not know - because she hadn’t gotten around to visiting the lands or learning anything of them until now). She takes a step forward, but stops before drawing any closer - reminding herself that Margot isn’t one of her family members - she can’t force affection or comfort upon her.
“I feel… more myself underneath the sky, especially at night. Which is a nice feeling I'd enjoy having more of.” She doesn’t know the name for what this means, when the darkness and the stars make her blood and bones sing with happiness, but she knows it is her reality. So why not live somewhere where she can experience that every night, unimpeded by trees and mountains. The canyons nearby may provide some barrier but there is this cove - where she can stand in the silvery, starlit waters every night.
“Alright, I’ll stay.” Zohariel required very little convincing - and the other mare’s statement-of-fact about it easily overpowered whatever lingering uncertainty there might have been.
She focuses now just on the other mare - on the almost-fragile appearance of her that seems so at odds with everything Margot has displayed so far. It’s a fascinating combination and although Zohariel could stand in this cove forever, she is curious about the rest of it if only because it is where this other mare lives. “Can you show me the rest?”
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