Meadow

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She turns her eyes on the man as he speaks, and his words float between them. She tilts her head as she listens and speaks of an Aegir. Who waas this god that he speaks of? Her brow furrows as she muses over his words. What a strange land that she has washed up in?

Then she turns once more to Gae's blood, her eyes are full of wonder as she looks up at her, even though she tries to deny such things. She must be. It is the only explanation for her sheer size. She explains she is no goddess. She drops her gaze to her hooves as she quietly begins to piece it all together. She does not have a chance to speak again, when the faint sound of hooves against the earth draws her from her musing.

Her eyes grow wide as the pale woman strolls up and settles near to her. Her heart begins to thunder wildly against her ribs and warmth begins to spread across her body. She has never been this close to so many at once, and she can feel the fear bubble within her gut. "I.." her words are cut off as the panic causes a lump to grow in her throat. Her gaze shifts from each of them, the crimson man, the woman of Gae's blood, and the pale newcome. She pushes her weight into her legs as she begins to pack peddle away from the group.

Her panic contorts her face as she tries to form the words on her lips. "Persephone, my goddess mother calls to me," she manages to choke out before, she finally pivots on her inside hoof and moves away from the group at a jog. Her hooves crunch through the crusty snow with each stride. She shakes her head as she moves away from the group, and warmth begins to crawl into her cheeks. "Making so many friends already... " she grumbles to herself as she puts distance between her and the awkward exit she had just endured.