She stands, not quite seething, prepared to cut this one down at the first sign of laughter that surely must be coming for the three-quarter blind idiot lost and drenched in a downpour, and is instead met with a dry vulnerability that softens the edge of her tongue. She did not anticipate being met with such frank self-deprecation, and it shifts her guard down to be confronted by one whose self-worth seems to mirror so unfortunately her own. It may be well and good for Impa to talk herself down into the ground, but it pains her to hear this mare speak of herself as being something that must be endured.
She blinks rain off her lashes and, like anyone who is used to being able to see and hasn't quite accepted the fact that that once-dependable sense is rapidly failing, turns her head to consider what lies in the rainy distance. A whole lot of dark, she thinks with a grumpy huff. Like looking for one's own shadow at midnight. "Well," she says, swinging her nose back to where she thinks the other mare is standing. "Let's at least get out of this wretched rain. There's a tree nearby that might fit the two of us."
She's gotten the sense that her companion —what a strange label to fit to anyone other than Mouse— is of a similar height, unless she's had her head craned up this whole time, and it's not too far a leap to assume she'll be muscular as well. It isn't usual to see something like a 'Teke standing tall as a shire, though the image earns an amused snort from her. The skinny, buggy-eyed horses are lean enough without the added mimicry of a giraffe added to their ridiculous builds. "Unless you're a moose and not a horse. I suppose that could be true and I'd never know it. You'll have to mind your rack if that's the case," she adds with a gruff chuckle, a sound quickly stifled. It is hard to believe the other mare speaks in earnest when she offers Impa her company. Easier to believe, really, that she actually is another sort of creature altogether rather than a horse willing to take the time to lead a blind, crabby old mare about in the rain. |
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