Posted on September 7, 2014 at 01:00:21 PM by Cut Up Angel
My little bone-child watches nonchalantly as the black mare reacted to her approach. It comes as no surprise to my dear little silverling as the woman regarded her with suspicion and ears pinned back beneath the thick layer of mane that draped along the curved slope of her neck. Despite herself CUA finds an amused smile curving across her own ash dusted lips. Yeah she remembered this reaction... she had felt the same way when she first came to Tinuvel. Hell she had even turned and lashed out at Soljor with sharp tongue, ivory teeth and blunt hooves. It had done no good of course and in fact had resulted in her having to carry and bear Harlequin, but well it was in the past and despite the anger that the thought of such incidents brought up, she was determined to at least give the stallion another chance and let go of past bygones. She hadn't exactly been saintly anyway. A single brow arches as the fiery colorless woman spoke. The hatred and anger in her voice spoke volumes more than her words alone. It would seem that stallions are stallions. Her own distain for the actions of Magnus burn with the rage that flares in this woman's eyes. Yes, she knew all to well the helplessness the girl felt, much less the knowledge that from that disgrace a child was conceived. Despite herself pity flashed through her voidless black eyes. Yes, she knew that feeling more than any other, but she does not tell the girl that when that time came, she probably would not leave Tinuvel. Cut Up Angel hadn't and god knows she had sworn that after the birth of her daughter Harlequin she would merely vanish. Leave the child for Soljor to deal with and race as fast as possible back to the waters and the safety of the distant islands.... but that day had never come and now, now my dear little silver girl could not imagine calling any other island home. But she does not tell this to the woman. Instead she merely watches as Elexzra stumbles a few feet away and turns her eyes back onto CUA, raven tipped ears remain erect amid the mass of snow white tresses that frame the delicate curves and contours of her façade. Long ivory lashes blink slowly as she listens to the girl and merely lets her rant, an amused smirk tugs at the velvet corners of her ash dusted labrums for oh how the black girl reminded her of herself. The fire, the anger the loner attitude. It was only recently that my little bone-child had decided to change that, if only a little. After the recent wolf attacks and the unknown threat to the northern border, it simply made sense to get to know the others who resided here and decide who was worthy enough of her companionship and those who she would choose to simply avoid. There were a few of those on the list already. Her attention returns to Elexzra, black eyes fixed on the woman's own sharp blue eyes, emotions hidden beneath the depthless black of her eyes. "Elexzra..." she begins, tasting the syllables of the black woman's name on her tongue, "It is a pleasure to meet a kindred spirit, despite the circumstances." she added, pausing for a moment now, her beautifully dished features relaxed and at ease. "When the time comes you can make that decision but until then you might as well make the best of your situation." she remarks rather matter of factly, glancing at the water soaked girl's swollen sides, "For your child's sake I suggest perhaps you join me beneath the shelter of the fir branches just up the hill..." she says nodding her head towards the thick emerald green branches that hung heavy with snow just beyond the stone covered bank. "The key to survival here is staying as warm as possible and you my dear look more like a drowned rat than a horse of any bloodline." she commented, sarcasm coloring her tones as the gentle smile tugged its way across her lips. She does not reach out to touch the girl's shoulder companionably as she perhaps would have done to Rattlebone or Fly but instead merely turns on her own heels and lets her hooves break a path through the ankle deep snow towards the safety of the trees. It is only when she reaches the sheltering branches does she glance back at the woman expectantly. the stars have fallen and the sky weeps |
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