Floating Key
07-16-2017, 11:29 PM
The mare that finds her is a new level of weird. There’d been a lot of weird appearances in Helovia, and a lot of weird creatures on her travels, so she’s not shocked, but it’s obvious enough this is a new type of thing. No, not a thing, a horse, just a horse that had glowing orbs of light all over spikes on her back, kind of like those predator fish that linger in the bottom of the sea.
Weaver was on edge before, but now she’s completely on edge. Not that it shows though, because she never shows such a thing. For that matter, she could probably take the mare in front of her, if it came to that, but at the moment the only thing that’s happened in a friendly greeting. She shouldn’t worry. She has no reason to worry, except that even she thinks this place is basically a living hell. And if anyone would know, it’s her.
Still, she makes her way closer, the rest of the mare coming into better view. Truthfully, she’s a beautiful thing, even if she still reminds Weaver of those nasty predator fish. Hopefully the mare doesn’t have teeth remotely like those things. Raven pricks his head up slightly to look, though he doesn’t caw in greeting and quickly settles back down to nestle in the cape on her back. Weaver keeps the worry from her face, but she’s still worried about the little bird. The portal did something to him, and she has no idea how to find out what.
“Hello,” she says, because what else does she say? You look like a fish isn’t a great way to greet the natives probably, though the words almost slip out. Instead, she remembers her manners, introducing herself instead. “I’m Weaver. Are you from around here?” She cocks a back hoof as she talks, settling in, giving off a casual air even if she feels anything but casual right about now.
Weaver was on edge before, but now she’s completely on edge. Not that it shows though, because she never shows such a thing. For that matter, she could probably take the mare in front of her, if it came to that, but at the moment the only thing that’s happened in a friendly greeting. She shouldn’t worry. She has no reason to worry, except that even she thinks this place is basically a living hell. And if anyone would know, it’s her.
Still, she makes her way closer, the rest of the mare coming into better view. Truthfully, she’s a beautiful thing, even if she still reminds Weaver of those nasty predator fish. Hopefully the mare doesn’t have teeth remotely like those things. Raven pricks his head up slightly to look, though he doesn’t caw in greeting and quickly settles back down to nestle in the cape on her back. Weaver keeps the worry from her face, but she’s still worried about the little bird. The portal did something to him, and she has no idea how to find out what.
“Hello,” she says, because what else does she say? You look like a fish isn’t a great way to greet the natives probably, though the words almost slip out. Instead, she remembers her manners, introducing herself instead. “I’m Weaver. Are you from around here?” She cocks a back hoof as she talks, settling in, giving off a casual air even if she feels anything but casual right about now.
- weaver -
