she was powerful not because she wasn't scared,
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
but because she went on strongly despite her fear.
Willoughby insists she would be honored to one day perform for the soldier, a beam embroidering her tapered mandible as she does so. The pegasus predictably has a comely grin, one that progresses beyond the lips and to the eyes. Maerys could distinguish the smile in Willoughby's words as she spoke even; it was delightful.
With license awarded for Maerys to linger, the soldier watched to discern what the newcomer would secure. It was always curious to Maerys that others would appear in Delumine to accumulate tangible goods rather than bask in the ostensibly infinite knowledge of their library. Though Maerys conceded that everyone had distinct and diverse affairs that necessitated varied goods, the compilation of age-worn leatherbacks that lined the notable bark walls just north of here was timeless and priceless wisdom for the soul.
Willoughby shifts to the side, rending Maerys from her thoughts, and then lowers her tapered jaw into the weed, scavenging once again.
Have you lived in Delumine long, Maerys?
It hadn't seemed long; the years warped and wrapped around her frame with such expertise and velocity that it had become natural to lose track of them. She had spent half her life here. The inquiry invigorated some concern in the core of the mare because it had never been her intention to remain here.
"Two years," Maerys divulged easily, though she offered no further insight on the subject. "And... where didst thee come from?" The inquisition was imprecise and scanty enough that Willoughby could counter in any way she deemed suitable. Maerys had never been one to confess much about herself or her history and, in turn, did not demand specifics about others but would heartily welcome them should they offer.
After her voice flutters in the expanse between them for just a note and the conversation progresses, she turns her eyes to the earth beneath her hooves and scans it for any flora the stranger could cache.
With license awarded for Maerys to linger, the soldier watched to discern what the newcomer would secure. It was always curious to Maerys that others would appear in Delumine to accumulate tangible goods rather than bask in the ostensibly infinite knowledge of their library. Though Maerys conceded that everyone had distinct and diverse affairs that necessitated varied goods, the compilation of age-worn leatherbacks that lined the notable bark walls just north of here was timeless and priceless wisdom for the soul.
Willoughby shifts to the side, rending Maerys from her thoughts, and then lowers her tapered jaw into the weed, scavenging once again.
Have you lived in Delumine long, Maerys?
It hadn't seemed long; the years warped and wrapped around her frame with such expertise and velocity that it had become natural to lose track of them. She had spent half her life here. The inquiry invigorated some concern in the core of the mare because it had never been her intention to remain here.
"Two years," Maerys divulged easily, though she offered no further insight on the subject. "And... where didst thee come from?" The inquisition was imprecise and scanty enough that Willoughby could counter in any way she deemed suitable. Maerys had never been one to confess much about herself or her history and, in turn, did not demand specifics about others but would heartily welcome them should they offer.
After her voice flutters in the expanse between them for just a note and the conversation progresses, she turns her eyes to the earth beneath her hooves and scans it for any flora the stranger could cache.
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