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what you've been missing
They feel a sense of smallness in front of the sea like this, a rare occurrence given their actual size and height. But it's like looking out over the stars at night, the waves lapping and the light reflecting off of the waters in dazzling shimmers, as if the sea has opened up and held the skies in its grasp. A beautiful thing, really, and this is why they feel such a calmness in staring out over the waters, the soothing balm to their weary and old soul.
So entranced are they, that they do not notice their company at first ( which shows their attention span, really ), not until there's a voice. There's a moment of surprise, head shooting upward with a whipping of their cloak and their legs splaying a little, like a spooked deer more than a spooked equine, causing gilded hooves to dig into the sand and grains to wiggle between the cleft on them. At least they don't sound ashamed, or look any less dignified when they gather themselves again, turning toward their company with more open body language.
"Yes." A simple enough answer, but their voice is warm, and they take in the appearance of their companion. "You must be Ira." A smile is in their voice, the best they can do at the moment, a warmth in their chest. This was one of the others that had stepped forth to head Denocte, another hopeful. "It's nice to properly meet you, outside of circumstances." They dip their head a moment, lifting it back up as a small droplet of shimmering blue slips from between gilded sharp teeth.
The chuckle that leaves them is jovial, and perhaps if they had had a face, they would be smiling right now, a warm sort of expression. "It's hard to forget someone that has a horn as beautiful as yours." It's the first thing they notice, the horn of blues that stands out in contrast compared to his darker body, his bright hooves. Denocte has so many beautiful citizens, Cicatrix realizes. Meeting them is always a pleasant experience.
"I'm sorry for the startle. I wasn't expecting anyone else out here," they speak, their voice gentle over the lapping waves. But oh, they are eager to learn about Ira. To meet him properly, and to perhaps befriend him if possible.
So entranced are they, that they do not notice their company at first ( which shows their attention span, really ), not until there's a voice. There's a moment of surprise, head shooting upward with a whipping of their cloak and their legs splaying a little, like a spooked deer more than a spooked equine, causing gilded hooves to dig into the sand and grains to wiggle between the cleft on them. At least they don't sound ashamed, or look any less dignified when they gather themselves again, turning toward their company with more open body language.
"Yes." A simple enough answer, but their voice is warm, and they take in the appearance of their companion. "You must be Ira." A smile is in their voice, the best they can do at the moment, a warmth in their chest. This was one of the others that had stepped forth to head Denocte, another hopeful. "It's nice to properly meet you, outside of circumstances." They dip their head a moment, lifting it back up as a small droplet of shimmering blue slips from between gilded sharp teeth.
The chuckle that leaves them is jovial, and perhaps if they had had a face, they would be smiling right now, a warm sort of expression. "It's hard to forget someone that has a horn as beautiful as yours." It's the first thing they notice, the horn of blues that stands out in contrast compared to his darker body, his bright hooves. Denocte has so many beautiful citizens, Cicatrix realizes. Meeting them is always a pleasant experience.
"I'm sorry for the startle. I wasn't expecting anyone else out here," they speak, their voice gentle over the lapping waves. But oh, they are eager to learn about Ira. To meet him properly, and to perhaps befriend him if possible.
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