The doe (she still refused to refer to herself as a horse) had heard of the mess of the island, and the possibility of a god hiding items on it. It was a useless, and selfish plea that had her approaching the island finally on her own - silently hopeful that hidden items might include items stolen from portal hoppers. She put a lot of blame on the gods for why she was here, trapped in a foreign body; but she had to admit it was her own choice to step into the odd doorway of liquid. And even she can't for say it was the gods themselves that did this to her.
Cally could see a crowd gather, and as she approached she knew she'd missed a vital piece of information, as another spoke of needing to stay together. Something was agitating the group though, whispers growing and the crowd seeming to buzz with a restlessness. When two others spoke up about the negative aspects, Cally's eyes narrowed - that was not the words necessary to calm a restless crowd in any way. Her gaze immediately drew to nearby trees, hoping they might provide insight into the situation . . . and was met with silent, once again cursing at the magic locked away deep inside her with out any hint of her being able to reach it, no matter how often she dug through her psyche and chest, how heavily she meditated to find it. She couldn't even feel a trickle.
With not words of wisdom or help to catch her up coming from the trees, she got right to the problem, to the stallion who had original spoken, and the cloaked mare he'd seemed focused the most on when he spoke. The little deer-pony hybrid drew herself up as big as her 10 hands could bring, her own cloak lightly laying against her back, and her head held high and eyes steely and determined, "Nah, I agree with whomever the big bay stallion is, you'll have to excuse me for not knowing your name." The sassy little deer stated. "He is clearly speaking with an experience of dealing with the hands at work, or if not experience, a great understanding of who they are. Personally, as someone forceably placed into what ever messed up world this island is, I'd rather take my cues from someone who seems to know what is going on. If he says stick together, than we should do just that. If we let our fears play up in the face of an unseen and godly being, they'll let those fears destroy us." The little creature stated, two sets of ears flicking back with a finality, before approaching the stallion who had spoken, and nodding to the cloaked mare he'd been focused on, introducing herself to both, "Name's Cally . . . and not sure how much help I can be in keeping the crowd under control," She stated, glancing down at her small stature, before glancing back up at some of the other horses gathered around this central mass, and then eyeing the statue, "So, what's exactly going on here . . . as mentioned before, I'm not from around here - at all - but even I can tell that there's something very serious afoot, and you sir, ma'am, seem to be fairly in the know how of just what it is." She asked, determined to get straight to the source of just what was going on this island, what needed to be done - on her part - to keep her safe while here. Just because she landed on a world where the Disirax had no reach for her and her locked-away magic, didn't mean there were other terrors about.
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Cally could see a crowd gather, and as she approached she knew she'd missed a vital piece of information, as another spoke of needing to stay together. Something was agitating the group though, whispers growing and the crowd seeming to buzz with a restlessness. When two others spoke up about the negative aspects, Cally's eyes narrowed - that was not the words necessary to calm a restless crowd in any way. Her gaze immediately drew to nearby trees, hoping they might provide insight into the situation . . . and was met with silent, once again cursing at the magic locked away deep inside her with out any hint of her being able to reach it, no matter how often she dug through her psyche and chest, how heavily she meditated to find it. She couldn't even feel a trickle.
With not words of wisdom or help to catch her up coming from the trees, she got right to the problem, to the stallion who had original spoken, and the cloaked mare he'd seemed focused the most on when he spoke. The little deer-pony hybrid drew herself up as big as her 10 hands could bring, her own cloak lightly laying against her back, and her head held high and eyes steely and determined, "Nah, I agree with whomever the big bay stallion is, you'll have to excuse me for not knowing your name." The sassy little deer stated. "He is clearly speaking with an experience of dealing with the hands at work, or if not experience, a great understanding of who they are. Personally, as someone forceably placed into what ever messed up world this island is, I'd rather take my cues from someone who seems to know what is going on. If he says stick together, than we should do just that. If we let our fears play up in the face of an unseen and godly being, they'll let those fears destroy us." The little creature stated, two sets of ears flicking back with a finality, before approaching the stallion who had spoken, and nodding to the cloaked mare he'd been focused on, introducing herself to both, "Name's Cally . . . and not sure how much help I can be in keeping the crowd under control," She stated, glancing down at her small stature, before glancing back up at some of the other horses gathered around this central mass, and then eyeing the statue, "So, what's exactly going on here . . . as mentioned before, I'm not from around here - at all - but even I can tell that there's something very serious afoot, and you sir, ma'am, seem to be fairly in the know how of just what it is." She asked, determined to get straight to the source of just what was going on this island, what needed to be done - on her part - to keep her safe while here. Just because she landed on a world where the Disirax had no reach for her and her locked-away magic, didn't mean there were other terrors about.
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