Floating Key
you lose yourself
trying to hold on to nothing
Moä Te finds the stranger's presence odd, but there hasn't been anything not odd these past few days. Still, a small part of her wished that the other hadn't found the little island. It could be the last place left here that she could be alone. The census of souls in the Rift has just skyrocketed, and she is sure she saw some pregnant mares as she spied from the shadows. Soon there will be more of them then the natives. The thought made her heart skip, a furrow forming on her brow as she moved. She, of course, would defend her home from the others, while hoping that they can jut turn tail and return to where ever they came from. She has a feeling that it was a one way trip though.
The glowing mare finally came into proximity of the winged other, first feeling their eyes upon her skin. Her ears pricked back, a taste of dislike forming as she stood under their judgement. If anything, she should be judging them. They are the intruders. They entered her home without permission and crushed the luminescent foliage as they huddled in groups. This other, however, showed no malice towards her as a greeting was passed her way. And she had been the one to call out first. She felt conflicted.
Moä Te let her ears rise back up, offering a slight smile. She might as well play nice. She could maybe gain some information about what is going on. "I am." She started out answering the other's question, a note of pride filling her already accented voice. She was almost surprised that the other could communicate in the same language. "And you are not. I am Moä Te." She watches as the other...as Weaver props up a foot like its just another day. But as much as she wanted to come across as calm, the air surrounding her reeked of anything but. Moä Te cocked her head, wondering why she was pretending, but quickly shrugged it off. It may just be her way of keeping her composure. "Tell me, Weaver. Have you tasted the fruit of the Key?"
If the mare wanted a casual conversation, she would give it. Questions burned through her mind however, and she struggled not to blurt them out. Where are you from? What do you want? Can you go back? What do you have to offer? Instead, she shifted her weight, stretching her neck to grasp a brightly colored fruit between her teeth. An incredibly succulent taste washed over her tongue, the juice dribbling down her throat. She motioned towards another bearing plant near the winged one. "You look like you need something sweet. They are not poisonous, I promise. Just don't eat too much. I can help heal your mind, but you will have to deal with a stomachache on your own."
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