Rainforest Cliffs
07-18-2017, 12:36 PM
The mare continues to grumpily glare at the both of them, which the girl returns with her own steadfast expression, occasionally going back to admiring the tree, or looking at Galahad, as he introduced himself, and said more quiet things. Zahra, as the somewhat terse stranger is called, complements Gwyn, which earns a smile.
Unused to children, rather than adults, the girl is at more ease talking to the older mare than she would be the youth alongside. That the boy is much less comfortable than Gwyn is obvious; he backs away, seeming ready to apologize, while she remains in place, believing, with all of her heart, that no one had a greater right than the next to be here.
So, when another arrives, and audaciously proclaims that the tree is in fact theirs, the girl turns to meet her with a gaze that is cold and distrustful. It grows all the more so when the clearly adult person begins to cuss, as well, and her tiny muzzle raises in defiance. Though Gwyn might have admired the sparks emitted by the stranger any other day, or their strange coat, all she feels now is…
Well, she’s not sure what it is, but it certainly isn’t like. Not sure what to do, but knowing that she would like the tension to come to a stop (and figuring that they'll continue arguing - she does live among the Basiners, after all), the girl looks first to Zahra, then to the crackling adult, and makes a childish decision.
“I can do that too,” she states, looking at the stranger (what gender was this person, anyway? They talked awfully rough, but something about their shape…). Though her magic had initially seemed to be tied to the cold, in this land, something had changed; perhaps good, too, considering the constant chilly rain. Now, however, as Gwyn had learned after being startled a day or so after arriving, she could choose to make herself crackle and glow. So she did.
The blue light radiated and pulsed, danced and crackled; the Time God’s power, her father had laughed and said, touching her forehead, as he always did. It made her feel conflicted, to meet someone else who was touched by Time, as well, only to find that they were total jerks.
Unused to children, rather than adults, the girl is at more ease talking to the older mare than she would be the youth alongside. That the boy is much less comfortable than Gwyn is obvious; he backs away, seeming ready to apologize, while she remains in place, believing, with all of her heart, that no one had a greater right than the next to be here.
So, when another arrives, and audaciously proclaims that the tree is in fact theirs, the girl turns to meet her with a gaze that is cold and distrustful. It grows all the more so when the clearly adult person begins to cuss, as well, and her tiny muzzle raises in defiance. Though Gwyn might have admired the sparks emitted by the stranger any other day, or their strange coat, all she feels now is…
Well, she’s not sure what it is, but it certainly isn’t like. Not sure what to do, but knowing that she would like the tension to come to a stop (and figuring that they'll continue arguing - she does live among the Basiners, after all), the girl looks first to Zahra, then to the crackling adult, and makes a childish decision.
“I can do that too,” she states, looking at the stranger (what gender was this person, anyway? They talked awfully rough, but something about their shape…). Though her magic had initially seemed to be tied to the cold, in this land, something had changed; perhaps good, too, considering the constant chilly rain. Now, however, as Gwyn had learned after being startled a day or so after arriving, she could choose to make herself crackle and glow. So she did.
The blue light radiated and pulsed, danced and crackled; the Time God’s power, her father had laughed and said, touching her forehead, as he always did. It made her feel conflicted, to meet someone else who was touched by Time, as well, only to find that they were total jerks.
