she'll always float
back through my mind like smoke
The grey lady allowed him to approach, watching him cross the invisible barrier of her personal space with merely a studious gaze. She figured it was the least she could do considering the winged stallion seemed practically offended with himself for merely showing up near her uninvited; when in reality, Ygraine didn’t actually mind the company at all. Being more of a nomad for a good chunk of her years, one could say she was more used to the transient comings and goings of others around here. Him sticking around for awhile was not a concept she was foreign to.
The only consideration that was alien to her was, well, that he was still willing to speak with her. She was quite aware that she wasn’t exactly the most engaging in conversation with strangers, keeping to shorter sentences solely because she wasn’t the best at knowing what to say. Ygraine was an innate listener that than one focused on replying; she preferred to study and understand...which wasn’t always a quality others enjoyed. So of course she was quite pleasantly surprised with how things were going when Somnus chose to keep her company a bit longer. Her ears perked in curiosity, listening to him address her once more.
’Lady Ygraine.’ The grullo mare chuckled at that, somehow finding humor in the simple words. Maybe taking them a little too literally for her own good, to which she answered him as to maybe let that laugh be forgotten. ”I’m far from being any semblance of a lady,” she answered, humbling herself. Then she quickly recovered that, considering it did hit her that what she said might have been a bit foolish. ”But yes, I am new to this area. I’ve been traveling for a long time now and must say I haven’t seen a place much like this before,” said the grey lady, her pale gaze briefly scanning the expanse of the meadow before her eyes returned to the blonde stallion. The act was merely a force of habit for her, to be constantly taking in her surroundings. Looking for changes, deviations in what she assumed to be normal.
Though considering she was speaking with an equine with both wings and a horn, things that warranted expulsion from the mountain she was born on, Ygraine wasn’t exactly sure of what normal exactly meant at this very moment. Thankfully, she was open to learning; she knew there was so much else to know about the world. ”Forgive me,” she began, a brief pause following as her mind sought to put what she said next together in such a way as to not make her look like an absolute dingus. ”But, are many around here like you? I have not really seen anyone like you before...” she finally said, her head motioning in his direction. Okay. That came out slightly less dingus-like.
But still, Ygraine thought she sounded like a complete idiot. Hopefully he’d overlook her foolishness. Otherwise she was sure to go find the nearest cave and hide forever to mask her shame. Lady of the Dark Cave has a nice ring to it, right?
