Falls
Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Posted on July 12, 2024 at 06:20:11 AM by KIREL
Her moment of peace, as it turned out, lasted only a moment. No sooner had Kirel closed her eyes than the thudding of hooves on stone broke the silence. A heartbeat later, a harsh snort shredded what little remained of the silence. Exhaling her breath in a long-suffering sigh, the red woman turned towards the sound. Beneath the soft splashing of water against her body she heard the bleating cry of a child, but did no more than flick an ear towards the sound. For now, Tyr’s daughter remained focused on the black beast who glared at her from the brink of the pool. If he expected her to be intimidated by his posturing and bristling, it was a notion that would quickly be dispelled by the roll of her eyes and the irritation evident in her voice. “You mind keeping it down over there, stompy hooves? Some of us were enjoying the peace. Emphasis on were.” To make further show of her fearlessness, the spotted mare began to walk towards the dark stallion. Her movements were slow and careless, her red-and-white tail floating behind her until she emerged from the pool. With a gentle flick, the wet hairs then swung through the air, sending a light spray of water arcing over them both. Oh, it could certainly be enough to provoke her grouchy companion to attack — she was bold, not stupid, and knew that well enough. But with the anger still simmering beneath her skin, Kirel would welcome the excuse to give it an outlet. Still, a girl had to know what she was up against, and her dark brown eyes swept over the shadowy figure in this moment of stillness. His scars were apparent at first glance, some more healed than others. Whoever he was, he’d lived a life of struggle and violence. But then, so had many of their kind — Kirel included. In a way, being torn from Kvothe’s side had spared her the softness the gentle woman might’ve otherwise inflicted her with. Not that the spotted roan could remember much of the time she’d spent at the chestnut Friesian’s side. Just that her mother had been suffocatingly protective, rarely letting the filly wander more than a body’s length from her side. And then the fates had mocked them both by having Kirel stolen from her the first time that she’d dared. It was the filly’s first lesson in how unforgiving the world could be, but hardly her last. That same harshness had been instilled in her since, though there were softer edges to be found amidst the sharp planes of her personality. One of which could be glimpsed in the moment that her gaze rested on the young filly before flitting back to the black male. For a second, there might have been something like kindness and concern in their depths. But then she was back to glaring at her irritable companion, a germ of suspicion beginning to tumble through her thoughts and making her look all the more venomous. “Quite enough room for both of us here, don't you think? Unless you'd rather take the little midge back to her mother and leave me in peace.”  |
KIREL
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