She felt a little bit like a foal watching the grown ups talk as the two mares conversed. Not only her tiny stature in comparison but her naïveté and confusion. When Anandi addressed her she nodded politely at the aquatic equines honeyed words and replied when questioned.
“I lived in Tinea for a few weeks but before that I lived in a mountain village a few weeks travel away.”
She listened with curiosity as Mephisto recounted her own origins. It was no surprise to her that the pegasus was a soldier. She had the stoic, stable spirit of a warrior. She wondered in passing, what Mephisto was actually doing in the swamp. Maybe it was just the miasma of the place but she got a sense something was happening below the surface of Mephisto’s poised calm front, like strong currents beneath calm water.
In response to Anandi’s final words she thought momentarily, her small fluffy ears twitched a little and she flipped her long unkempt tresses, briefly thinking about what a pain it was going to be to clean and braid them.
“In my village I was a fighter, but I have the strangest feeling that I’m at a disadvantage in this land” she chuckled self-deprecatingly “but I could still be good at that in some way, maybe.”
She shuffled her hooves a little as she looked down at them nervously.
@mephisto @
