Inkheart
JUST LIKE FIRE, BURNING OUT THE WAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
It's not so much that she blends in, camouflaged, as much as she just stays soft in the background, not moving or even practically breathing she is so still. She watches him, the pale unicorn. Though he is bigger, and certainly capable of fleeing, the stallion faces off with a snapping turtle. She stares, absurd amusement twisting her features. It's like he's never seen one before, and certainly doesn't know what to do with it. Her gold eyes watch him depart, and in near-silence she wandered along in the trees that provided shelter. Eyes watching -- then she moves out from shelter of the timber.
It's not like there were tons of trees. Just enough to hide her from wandering eyes. But now she's exposed, charcoal wings tucked against her body. The Friesian thinks she is silent as the grave but she snaps a twig with her gold hoof. Her hooves sink into the boggy mud, identifying not just her presence but her exact location. The mane-less stallion turns to look at her, his silver eyes piercing into her with curiosity - further identified by a welcoming nicker. There was a hint of warning behind it though, and she wonders what cause he has to be so defensive. (Although she shouldn't wonder, after this rather sad encounter with the turtle.) She steps forward out of the mire into more solid ground, nearing him. Her velvets part to release soft, rich vocals. "Easy there, boy. I'm a friendly enough face." A chuckle follows her words and she swishes her ink and gold tail. Her mockery is gentle, compared to normal, enough that he might not even recognize it for what it is.
She stops when she's within a few yards and tilts her head just a fraction to the side. "Saw you with that turtle back there. Is that what's got you worried about an approaching stranger?" She smirks, wondering if he'll provide some sort of excuse. Or if the reasoning will be worth listening to and be beyond a simple grasping for straws.
