Everyone watched, turning to the heavens with eyes too bright and curiosity brimming. They would come from their shadows to stand and wait, and Rorschach did the same, standing just out of sight as the last remnants of moonlight gilded from the silver lake. The black swan came with a flurry of wings, graceful and beautiful. It was enough for her breath to stop for just a pause, caught in a moment of suspension as if she was afraid that the simple expelling of air would frighten him away. But as she expels softly, Rorschach pushes away the fleeting thought, knowing that it was foolish to believe such things. After all, he was on the mirrored lake, and she was the one in the treeline. He would no more see her than the others.
She waits as the light begins to crest, lingering even as her shadows melt away and leave her exposed. But the others… the others were more welcoming to the swan. Rapier thin ears turned toward their muted conversation, and begrudgingly, she found herself taking a few steps closer, craning her ears to hear better. It wouldn’t do for the mare to wander alone forever, she supposed. With a quiet sigh, she took the last few steps to close the distance, sidling nearer to the group to hear what more the swan would say.
The second equine was quiet as well, and Rorschach spared it a glance before returning her focus back on the warrior stallion and his canine companion. For the male was clearly a fighter, and one that she wasn’t familiar with. It would be interesting to see what came next – whether this gathering would prove to be a friendly one, or of a deadlier nature. Weighing whether or not to speak, she decided impulsively to clear her throat, and add. Greetings strangers, She addressed all three. I am Rorschach.
She waits as the light begins to crest, lingering even as her shadows melt away and leave her exposed. But the others… the others were more welcoming to the swan. Rapier thin ears turned toward their muted conversation, and begrudgingly, she found herself taking a few steps closer, craning her ears to hear better. It wouldn’t do for the mare to wander alone forever, she supposed. With a quiet sigh, she took the last few steps to close the distance, sidling nearer to the group to hear what more the swan would say.
The second equine was quiet as well, and Rorschach spared it a glance before returning her focus back on the warrior stallion and his canine companion. For the male was clearly a fighter, and one that she wasn’t familiar with. It would be interesting to see what came next – whether this gathering would prove to be a friendly one, or of a deadlier nature. Weighing whether or not to speak, she decided impulsively to clear her throat, and add. Greetings strangers, She addressed all three. I am Rorschach.
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