I danced among the leaves Seree glorious and gay.
They stepped back when he seemed to flinch away from contact, giving a soft snort as ears flickered. They did not mean to intrude and make the man uncomfortable. They would not wish to do so no matter his temperament, but even more so given that as of right now, he seemed quite kind.
They would certainly not want to make him uncomfortable.
They only smiled when his expression changed from instinctive aggression to sheepish apology, simply keeping the distance between the two so that he might not feel so intruded on.
He only hums at their comment, but the playfulness in his eyes does not go unnoticed. If anything, it brings the mare to shift their hooves, the energy the playful energy suddenly sparking the desire to run off into the surrounding field and whirl and buck for excitement and the sheer joy of moving. To dance and flail like a mad horse for the simple fun of movement and laughter.
They do not, rather unsure if them suddenly bolting off would incite another response in the man, and not wanting to be too surprising if surprise was upsetting to him.
Seree was an excitable and jubilant mare, sometimes dismissive of things that they really didn't care about, and sometimes 'holier than thou', but not unkind. No matter their opinion of someone, they would never lift a hoof in harm or leave them to suffer when they could do something to help.
He seemed... well, he seemed... touchy.
But not unkind.
He did not seem like a bad man, only one who did not know what to do with himself.
One who had seen things in his past and come out all the more broken for it, but stronger nonetheless.
But it comes as a pleasant surprise when he returns the gesture, and a smile splits their face nearly in two.
"So you're a healer?"
The antlered mare raised a hoof to give a playful affirming gesture.
"As real as they come."
A smile danced on their lips the whole time they spoke, laughter bubbling just under the surface with every word. It was like a burbling brook was threatening to break forth from their body, complete with all the small river stones that it had to jump over to make it to the end, the water leaping and splashing and chattering all the while. The white of their teeth seemed like the smallest bits of froth atop the dancing dollops of water that leapt and pranced through the air as they answered.
They tilted their head as confusion o'er took him, listening carefully to his words.
They didn't let their expression fall as he mentioned the dead and dying.
They thought he looked rather like a warrior.
Seree thought they were so often full of themselves, and fools to spill blood for no reason what so ever. But something had to be said for the haunted look that o'er took the ones who had seen too many battles, who was haunted by the screams of comrades the same way the healer was haunted by rattling death gurgles in the night.
Even if they thought fighting foolish, they had respect for the fallen, and respect for those who had to sit and watch them go.
Perhaps not respect for their profession, but disrespecting the dead was beyond unacceptable.
And they knew just how haunting it was to watch them go.
So they didn't say anything, and rathering than elaborating on their statement, that laughter was simply a way of keeping morale, and sometimes, no matter how good the treatment was, if the patient didn't have a will to live, there was no saving them, they allowed their focus to be pulled by the warrior's gaze to the treats, and their ears perked up in interest.
They trotted forward a few paces as he spoke, snuffling the treats lightly as the mare carrying them paused to allow the other horse to investigate. The two shared a glance and the antlered one plucked several from the tray, careful not to over exert their abilities. Fortunately, the fact that they were as pillowy as they were was an indication of how light they were.
They held some out to the man, raising one to their own face and investigating it again.
"I'm not sure, I haven't exactly been around enough chefs to really know much about deserts, more used to grass..."
They snuffled it, and licked the edge with the tip of their tongue, gaze wandering off as they contemplated.
"I think it tastes... fruity? Citrusy, like lemon or lime..."
They then frowned at it, murmuring quietly.
"Or is that just the powder..."
They would certainly not want to make him uncomfortable.
They only smiled when his expression changed from instinctive aggression to sheepish apology, simply keeping the distance between the two so that he might not feel so intruded on.
He only hums at their comment, but the playfulness in his eyes does not go unnoticed. If anything, it brings the mare to shift their hooves, the energy the playful energy suddenly sparking the desire to run off into the surrounding field and whirl and buck for excitement and the sheer joy of moving. To dance and flail like a mad horse for the simple fun of movement and laughter.
They do not, rather unsure if them suddenly bolting off would incite another response in the man, and not wanting to be too surprising if surprise was upsetting to him.
Seree was an excitable and jubilant mare, sometimes dismissive of things that they really didn't care about, and sometimes 'holier than thou', but not unkind. No matter their opinion of someone, they would never lift a hoof in harm or leave them to suffer when they could do something to help.
He seemed... well, he seemed... touchy.
But not unkind.
He did not seem like a bad man, only one who did not know what to do with himself.
One who had seen things in his past and come out all the more broken for it, but stronger nonetheless.
But it comes as a pleasant surprise when he returns the gesture, and a smile splits their face nearly in two.
"So you're a healer?"
The antlered mare raised a hoof to give a playful affirming gesture.
"As real as they come."
A smile danced on their lips the whole time they spoke, laughter bubbling just under the surface with every word. It was like a burbling brook was threatening to break forth from their body, complete with all the small river stones that it had to jump over to make it to the end, the water leaping and splashing and chattering all the while. The white of their teeth seemed like the smallest bits of froth atop the dancing dollops of water that leapt and pranced through the air as they answered.
They tilted their head as confusion o'er took him, listening carefully to his words.
They didn't let their expression fall as he mentioned the dead and dying.
They thought he looked rather like a warrior.
Seree thought they were so often full of themselves, and fools to spill blood for no reason what so ever. But something had to be said for the haunted look that o'er took the ones who had seen too many battles, who was haunted by the screams of comrades the same way the healer was haunted by rattling death gurgles in the night.
Even if they thought fighting foolish, they had respect for the fallen, and respect for those who had to sit and watch them go.
Perhaps not respect for their profession, but disrespecting the dead was beyond unacceptable.
And they knew just how haunting it was to watch them go.
So they didn't say anything, and rathering than elaborating on their statement, that laughter was simply a way of keeping morale, and sometimes, no matter how good the treatment was, if the patient didn't have a will to live, there was no saving them, they allowed their focus to be pulled by the warrior's gaze to the treats, and their ears perked up in interest.
They trotted forward a few paces as he spoke, snuffling the treats lightly as the mare carrying them paused to allow the other horse to investigate. The two shared a glance and the antlered one plucked several from the tray, careful not to over exert their abilities. Fortunately, the fact that they were as pillowy as they were was an indication of how light they were.
They held some out to the man, raising one to their own face and investigating it again.
"I'm not sure, I haven't exactly been around enough chefs to really know much about deserts, more used to grass..."
They snuffled it, and licked the edge with the tip of their tongue, gaze wandering off as they contemplated.
"I think it tastes... fruity? Citrusy, like lemon or lime..."
They then frowned at it, murmuring quietly.
"Or is that just the powder..."
OOC: Two years from now we might finish this thread at this rate rip
also I imagined lemon cream puffs
don't know where they're keeping their herds of cows to get milk but suspension of disbelief
