As she looks at Thana after her spiel, she sees something in her expression. Is it sadness? Disappointment? Perhaps it's simply nothing and that's what throws Corr off entirely. She was giving this mare the benefit of the doubt as she always saw the good in others and she had done nothing wrong in her book. Even with things changing beneath her feet while she walked and the strange tapping motion that she had been doing this whole time.
But she feels that their conversation is cut short just when it was getting good. Thana wishes her well, but that's it. She leaves without another word and does not wish to tell Corrdelia what it was that she was painting. The paper lies there, a blur of colors that even she can't depict what it might be. It sits as a reminder of the strange mare she met here and how she reminds her of Death walking.
"Well that was odd. Too odd for me. Never talk to that one again!" Hāsta advises, but Corr dismisses it. Their paths crossed for a reason, although she wasn't quite sure why yet. Hopefully whatever Thana was dealing with, she'd weather it just as well.
Corr takes another sip of her mead and continues painting while humming to herself.
@Thana <3 thanks for a lovely thread!
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But she feels that their conversation is cut short just when it was getting good. Thana wishes her well, but that's it. She leaves without another word and does not wish to tell Corrdelia what it was that she was painting. The paper lies there, a blur of colors that even she can't depict what it might be. It sits as a reminder of the strange mare she met here and how she reminds her of Death walking.
"Well that was odd. Too odd for me. Never talk to that one again!" Hāsta advises, but Corr dismisses it. Their paths crossed for a reason, although she wasn't quite sure why yet. Hopefully whatever Thana was dealing with, she'd weather it just as well.
Corr takes another sip of her mead and continues painting while humming to herself.
@Thana <3 thanks for a lovely thread!
