The creature that was currently frolicking along the riverbank was something she had never seen before. Her appearance was remarkably like a doe…but held some equine features. It was unusual to say the least and when Sloane asked her what she was, she expected an answer. She thrived for knowledge and now that she was coming across something she had never seen before, she wanted nothing more than to understand her, to understand what she was and what she lived for.
But the answer she received was not at all what she was expecting. She expected to be schooled on exactly what she was, but instead, she answers with a nonchalant phrase that indicated even she had no idea what she truly was. "How do you not know what you are?" It seemed pretty simple enough. She was a horse. A red and black horse with a sour attitude. At least she knew and accepted what she really was. But this girl? She couldn’t even tell her what she was.
And if that wasn’t bad enough, the thing kept talking. This time, it was like the song that never ended or the energizer bunny. She just kept going and going and going. But Sloane listened, trying to sort out the useful information from the nonsense. Most of what she said was unimportant. But her name, she supposed was one of the more useful things. While Sloane didn’t think she would ever truly need to remember the girl’s name, she supposed that someone somewhere might want to know it. "So some magical portal fucked you over?" She thought she understood that right. She was a deer and now was something in between. Seemed like a strange story, but she supposed she had heard of crazier things.
But then the conversation changed to her. Believe it or not, Sloane didn’t like to talk about herself. She didn’t care for the attention it brought, but she supposed that at a minimum, pleasantries were warranted. "Sloane. People call me Sloane." There was no shorter name to go by, no nick name that others found endearing. Her name was short and harsh, not rolling off the tongue as Cally did…not that she cared, anyway.
A few moments of awkward silent settled between the two. Sloane had never been one for friendly conversation and usually, she was very quick to exit a conversation. However, the deer-horse-thing seemed oddly interested in talking to her, for reasons Sloane didn’t quite understand. "So…why Delumine?" There were other courts in Novus, other places that she could have called her own. Why here? She wondered why she had chosen Delumine and she supposed that at the root of the answer, it was simply the first place she landed. Perhaps this girl had some other sort of flowing answer that made a better story than “I stayed here because I could.”
@Callynite
