Rainforest Cliffs
08-08-2017, 07:01 PM
The boy is apparently about as interesting as a tree stump. He just stares at her, blinking. Okay fine, she is a little lot weird and her laugh is entirely out of place. The laugh doesn’t fit the situation or the mood of this place or the damn humid air or the rain that does not seem inclined to let up. Still, usually a laugh lighten the mood or at least elicits a smile or some semblance of relief from the other horse involved. This boy, however, just stands there looking confused and she wonders who raised him (or didn’t).
He really does look like Volterra, but she’s fought Volterra, and the stallion is flirtatious and entirely capable of witty banter. Maybe they are related in looks, but clearly not in personality. Weaver has no way of knowing who the boy’s mother is, having only met the Mountain once and seeing no obvious resemblance (the skull face is pretty obvious). Nor would she really be able to pinpoint how like his mother the boy is even if she did know.
He at least manages to reply when she asks a question. The grin and amusement from her face disappears, replaced by a rather impassive mask. She almost looks bored – almost. There’s always something to be said for conversation with a stranger. Usually she learns something, and there’s definitely value in learning. “Weaver,” she says, answering his question.
Before they can talk more though, the boy slams his eyes shut and pins his ears, clearly in pain. Immediately her amber eyes dart around, looking for a threat, for any explanation for the sudden pain. She’d let him walk right into her, so clearly her warrior Spidey senses were not on point today and perhaps she missed a threat. Despite all the eyes that stare at them with interest, there’s no apparent attack though, no obvious threat for her to fight.
“Yo, boy…er, Vulkan. What’s going on?” She can’t bring herself to ask ‘are you okay’ because obvious he is not. Nor can she really come up with some way to help him because she is not the caring, kind and loving sort. Healing is not her forte. Cutting others and herself up and getting Mortuus to heal her though is definitely her forte. Why the hell isn’t he here? He’d be so much more useful. “Can I do something?”
He really does look like Volterra, but she’s fought Volterra, and the stallion is flirtatious and entirely capable of witty banter. Maybe they are related in looks, but clearly not in personality. Weaver has no way of knowing who the boy’s mother is, having only met the Mountain once and seeing no obvious resemblance (the skull face is pretty obvious). Nor would she really be able to pinpoint how like his mother the boy is even if she did know.
He at least manages to reply when she asks a question. The grin and amusement from her face disappears, replaced by a rather impassive mask. She almost looks bored – almost. There’s always something to be said for conversation with a stranger. Usually she learns something, and there’s definitely value in learning. “Weaver,” she says, answering his question.
Before they can talk more though, the boy slams his eyes shut and pins his ears, clearly in pain. Immediately her amber eyes dart around, looking for a threat, for any explanation for the sudden pain. She’d let him walk right into her, so clearly her warrior Spidey senses were not on point today and perhaps she missed a threat. Despite all the eyes that stare at them with interest, there’s no apparent attack though, no obvious threat for her to fight.
“Yo, boy…er, Vulkan. What’s going on?” She can’t bring herself to ask ‘are you okay’ because obvious he is not. Nor can she really come up with some way to help him because she is not the caring, kind and loving sort. Healing is not her forte. Cutting others and herself up and getting Mortuus to heal her though is definitely her forte. Why the hell isn’t he here? He’d be so much more useful. “Can I do something?”
- weaver -
@Vulkán #awkwardWeaver
Also no rush because clearly I am the slowest poster
