the world stops spinning a little bit, with these two creatures of flesh and blood so near. snegurochka focuses on their distinctive scents, the sound of their breaths, the timbre of their voices with intensity and finds herself more grounded than she had been at first. her pale head tips quizzically in the direction of the painted mare, a small smile turning her lips as she listens, appreciating medusa’s willingness to help. as the explanation deepens her delicate smile fades into an expression of careful curiosity. there is no frame of reference for how things should be or what she searches for, only the general current that she must go along with. the white fae pauses, nearly black eyes glancing away from the pair to appraise the inland when another question is laid on her. her path? it takes her a moment to gather a new explanation. ”i only meant that i have no place here. it is unfamiliar to me.” there is little more meaning there than she had given at first but still she finds herself in somewhat of a daze. perhaps finding somewhere safe was exactly what she should be searching for. snegurochka regards the dark mare as she introduces herself, and finds herself wilting with relief when the conversation shifts away for the moment. it is as if faolain knew exactly how to put her more at ease. they speak of a place she knows nothing about but the distraction is delicious. she listens loosely, using the time to glance down at her round pink hooves and the sand beneath them, long lashes blinking gently before looking back at the pair. with a centering breath she pulls her focus back to their words, trying to commit the exotic names of all the places she is learning of to memory. |