Israfel
It was clear that the stallion hadn't intended to encounter anyone by the strange, cautious look that he cast her way upon realizing that he was no longer alone amidst the silent, eerie bog. Taking him by surprise wasn't something that Israfel had hoped for. As a matter of fact, she had hoped for the exact opposite, not wanting to startle one who looked like so capable a warrior. Still, the sound of his own sloshing amidst the muck must have covered the sounds of her own approach, but he reacted far from poorly. It was commendable, really.
He stood stiff and at attention, eyeing her warily. His posture erect, guarded almost, but Israfel wasn't one to pry. His business was his own, and whatever mysteries that he held were not hers to know. So, instead, she listened as he spoke, his words coated with hesitance, with caution, as though he does not know quite what to make of her.
It's fine. Israfel understands. She was, in some ways, of the same mind as he. Dying and coming back to life tended to have that effect on someone. But on the off chance that he did need assistance, well... The Sun Daughter didn't want to just leave him to his own devices. Dirty gilded hooves pause a good distance from the rose grey stud so as not to crowd him, a pale ear flicking in his direction, vermilion eyes keen and captivated in their meeting, rose petal lips upturned in that same forced smile that was steadily becoming more sincere the longer she listened to him speak.
If only they could have encountered one another in a more pleasant place...
"Gladly," she said on a breathy chuckle, allowing him to approach, wings fluttering upon her spine in anticipation to finally be free of this place, "It isn't hard. So long as we trek south back the way that I have come, we'll return to the Court." Turning on her heel, the pale maiden cast the decrepit water a disdainful look before once more venturing into the mess, less than impressed by the way it stained her hide. A bath would very much be needed after this...
Fiery orange eyes rolled back, glancing to the rose grey stallion to ensure that he was following. She smiled and spoke in introduction. "I'm Israfel. Call me Isra. Warrior of the Dusk Court. Do you live here in Terrastella?"
It was still hard to think; she, a warrior. What would her mother think? Or her father? But the woman she was know was nothing like the foolish girl of her youth, the one who squandered life for greed. Now, well... Israfel was still trying to find her niche, and maybe so was this gentlemanly stallion that she had happened across. Maybe, in Terrastella, they would find their niche together.
He stood stiff and at attention, eyeing her warily. His posture erect, guarded almost, but Israfel wasn't one to pry. His business was his own, and whatever mysteries that he held were not hers to know. So, instead, she listened as he spoke, his words coated with hesitance, with caution, as though he does not know quite what to make of her.
It's fine. Israfel understands. She was, in some ways, of the same mind as he. Dying and coming back to life tended to have that effect on someone. But on the off chance that he did need assistance, well... The Sun Daughter didn't want to just leave him to his own devices. Dirty gilded hooves pause a good distance from the rose grey stud so as not to crowd him, a pale ear flicking in his direction, vermilion eyes keen and captivated in their meeting, rose petal lips upturned in that same forced smile that was steadily becoming more sincere the longer she listened to him speak.
If only they could have encountered one another in a more pleasant place...
"Gladly," she said on a breathy chuckle, allowing him to approach, wings fluttering upon her spine in anticipation to finally be free of this place, "It isn't hard. So long as we trek south back the way that I have come, we'll return to the Court." Turning on her heel, the pale maiden cast the decrepit water a disdainful look before once more venturing into the mess, less than impressed by the way it stained her hide. A bath would very much be needed after this...
Fiery orange eyes rolled back, glancing to the rose grey stallion to ensure that he was following. She smiled and spoke in introduction. "I'm Israfel. Call me Isra. Warrior of the Dusk Court. Do you live here in Terrastella?"
It was still hard to think; she, a warrior. What would her mother think? Or her father? But the woman she was know was nothing like the foolish girl of her youth, the one who squandered life for greed. Now, well... Israfel was still trying to find her niche, and maybe so was this gentlemanly stallion that she had happened across. Maybe, in Terrastella, they would find their niche together.
@Diarmuid
