THE BLACK DOE
the infinite intimacy of her rage
So it had been fire that caught her attention.
There is a surge inside her of something electric. As the pair approach, she finds a soft and subtle panic send her heart a'flutter. Only for but a moment does the feeling settle, until she can manage to regain her bearings again. It's not a hard thing to lose, but it is perhaps her mutual curiosity that betrays her, tempts her to lose it. Eyes continue to follow and assess the other soul, the bonded at her side, and finally as she stands before her then. Her head tilts downward, ears erect, and she never looks away. She wonders what kind of dynamic this conversation, this stranger, would have, and she's ever so eager to learn it.
Don't you know it's rude to stare?
Long-lashed eyes blink as she takes in the first words. She still never removes her eyes. "...No." She doesn't seem perturbed by the accusation, either ― it was more of a contemplative curiosity, an impartial, unshielded fact of a reply. She isn't used to small talk, so there's a decent amount of strange appreciation that they were beginning how they were. It made things far more interesting, after all. When she's asked the next question, her eyes turn then to the numerous goers around them; the tents, the colors, the bodies walking and talking amongst themselves. Some more lively than the next, but all with a particular buzz of excitement or curiosity to them. She stares at them a little longer than what might be considered normal, and it almost seems as though Morrighan had lost her to her inner thoughts, before finally and suddenly she speaks. "What is anyone's business here?" Maybe the wrong move, but the words had come to her and rebuffed the other's question with her own. She hadn't been meant to be rude, but might very well be taken that way. She did not recognize her as a Warden, less so even of a Counsel member; but it'd be just as likely she wouldn't have given her any other treatment than what she's giving now, regardless. And then, as the question itself is more intended as a thought-provoker, a rhetoric, she speaks a little bit further, divulges just a little more. Her head turns back to Morrighan, and those black eyes once more find her own earth-and-sky gaze. "I could not sleep."
While she slips to a familiar quiet again, waiting for Morrighan's reply, her eyes trail to the second pair that she'd been feeling on her, but had been quiet so far. Silently her head tilts a little more downward to the wolf at her side, composed and curious at the creature, and not wanting to leave him out of the interaction, she offers an inquisitive, "hello," to him in turn.
And, as she waits with composed patience, she realizes how like to her element this mare seemed. She remembers seeing the fire flit from hoof to hoof, an entrancing display of a seamless stretch of her magical abilities no less. And so thereafter she had approached forward, unabashed, unafraid ― and she finds it pleasantly harmonized in its own way. Something to appreciate.
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Speech.
@Morrighan
ooc
shhh we love her!!! give us all of morrighan ♥
There is a surge inside her of something electric. As the pair approach, she finds a soft and subtle panic send her heart a'flutter. Only for but a moment does the feeling settle, until she can manage to regain her bearings again. It's not a hard thing to lose, but it is perhaps her mutual curiosity that betrays her, tempts her to lose it. Eyes continue to follow and assess the other soul, the bonded at her side, and finally as she stands before her then. Her head tilts downward, ears erect, and she never looks away. She wonders what kind of dynamic this conversation, this stranger, would have, and she's ever so eager to learn it.
Don't you know it's rude to stare?
Long-lashed eyes blink as she takes in the first words. She still never removes her eyes. "...No." She doesn't seem perturbed by the accusation, either ― it was more of a contemplative curiosity, an impartial, unshielded fact of a reply. She isn't used to small talk, so there's a decent amount of strange appreciation that they were beginning how they were. It made things far more interesting, after all. When she's asked the next question, her eyes turn then to the numerous goers around them; the tents, the colors, the bodies walking and talking amongst themselves. Some more lively than the next, but all with a particular buzz of excitement or curiosity to them. She stares at them a little longer than what might be considered normal, and it almost seems as though Morrighan had lost her to her inner thoughts, before finally and suddenly she speaks. "What is anyone's business here?" Maybe the wrong move, but the words had come to her and rebuffed the other's question with her own. She hadn't been meant to be rude, but might very well be taken that way. She did not recognize her as a Warden, less so even of a Counsel member; but it'd be just as likely she wouldn't have given her any other treatment than what she's giving now, regardless. And then, as the question itself is more intended as a thought-provoker, a rhetoric, she speaks a little bit further, divulges just a little more. Her head turns back to Morrighan, and those black eyes once more find her own earth-and-sky gaze. "I could not sleep."
While she slips to a familiar quiet again, waiting for Morrighan's reply, her eyes trail to the second pair that she'd been feeling on her, but had been quiet so far. Silently her head tilts a little more downward to the wolf at her side, composed and curious at the creature, and not wanting to leave him out of the interaction, she offers an inquisitive, "hello," to him in turn.
And, as she waits with composed patience, she realizes how like to her element this mare seemed. She remembers seeing the fire flit from hoof to hoof, an entrancing display of a seamless stretch of her magical abilities no less. And so thereafter she had approached forward, unabashed, unafraid ― and she finds it pleasantly harmonized in its own way. Something to appreciate.
Speech.
@Morrighan
ooc
shhh we love her!!! give us all of morrighan ♥
