[AW] You'll Never Know

[Jarek]

JAREK -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- We are the frayed, we are the torn We are the beaten and the scorned And now you’ve forced the beast to bare its teeth -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- He listened intently to her words. Ears remaining pricked forwards. The tone of her voice displayed discomfort with the gifts of her ancestors. It was interesting that she would have a birthright that would cause plants to grow even in winter. His kind had limited magic, the dust desert gods sometimes would give them glimpses of their desires. When these were filled, occasionally they would be showered in blessings. The Desert gods were vicious and unrelenting in hunger for destruction and chaos. Some had gone as far to call them demons rather than gods. His own personal experience with them just further conflicted his beliefs. They had led him here, then up and disappeared. But he could see before him evidence of magic, real magic.  “Do you have any control over what grows?” he asked with a curious tone. He took a small step forwards lifting enormous hooves and shifting his weight. He dipped his enormous neck to take a closer look at the flowers surrounding her hooves. Looking back up at her from this lower pose he added. “It’s truly remarkable that these grow beneath your hooves”.  His icy blue eyes focused on her with interest and intrigue.  He was used to weaker mares responding simply to his physical prowess. She had layers of complexity that seemed to go beyond that. “So do all your relatives grow plants?” he inquired softly.  “My kin come from desert lands. Ground loose and constantly shifting, each day the face of it changes. There are oases that allow our survival, but it takes resourcefulness and determination to survive.  It is, however, warm year round. This coldness is chilling my bones.” He shivered as if reinforcing the words, his breath still visible in soft swirling patterns.  His eyes caught the sparkle of her wings as he lifted his head. That was something dragonflies didn’t do. Perhaps she truly was something else. He felt wary of the dust, of what he did not understand. Plants seemed innocuous enough, but the dust. The dust was an unknown factor. He was trained in operating smoothly and without giving away the game. It was simply something he was going to have to be mindful of.  The soft red glow of her necklace was ominous and he wondered about its function. Was it warm because of its colour? He made a mental note to enquire about it if the conversation came up. This however was not intended to be an interrogation. Jarek accepted it was likely some elements of this mare would remain a mystery. OOC:  He thinks his really smooth, but clearly Caelum isn't that impressed. lol