The witch child did not mean to frighten the young brute. She stepped forward gracefully, her hooves careful on the god-forsaken sand. The ebony colt looked at her with a curiosity that reminded the femme of her herself when she was of a naive, mortal age. Her forelock fell over her blind eye, so she trotted up to him and faced her with her right side perpendicular to his. He tossed his nose and narrowed his eyes questioningly at her. And with good reason -- she was in a foreign place, an outsider in these lands. She came her of her own accord, but as far as she knew, there was no current ruler here. The youngling was not of age yet, so far she could tell. But at least he listened to instinct when strangers arrived unexpectedly.
The rosy mare let the side of her mouth twitch upwards into an amused grin. His confidence was a welcome fresh breath of air. And oh, she marveled at him. She was not the cradle-robbing type, but the mare couldn't help but blink at the sight of his wonderous wings. The brute was larger boned in stature, and his wings.. she had not seen a sight like that here in this world before.
Nimue leaned her head to the side. She weighed her morality -- to lie to a child or no? Again, she was a stranger here. To be honest of her intentions, perhaps, or to spin a little truth into a white lie? So many options. Oh! The youngling had mentioned the relic. Maybe he knew where it was located? His luck might run better than her own. The mare licked her bottom lip and smiled sweetly. "I'm looking for something. A relic, maybe? I have not looked here quite yet. Have you any luck?"
The rosy mare let the side of her mouth twitch upwards into an amused grin. His confidence was a welcome fresh breath of air. And oh, she marveled at him. She was not the cradle-robbing type, but the mare couldn't help but blink at the sight of his wonderous wings. The brute was larger boned in stature, and his wings.. she had not seen a sight like that here in this world before.
Nimue leaned her head to the side. She weighed her morality -- to lie to a child or no? Again, she was a stranger here. To be honest of her intentions, perhaps, or to spin a little truth into a white lie? So many options. Oh! The youngling had mentioned the relic. Maybe he knew where it was located? His luck might run better than her own. The mare licked her bottom lip and smiled sweetly. "I'm looking for something. A relic, maybe? I have not looked here quite yet. Have you any luck?"
