Magika smiles meekly in response to his apology. If he could forgive her for her sarcasm then she could certainly forgive him for his forwardness. He explains that he has a bad habit of speaking before thinking, a habit that might get him into big trouble one day. Lucky for him today is not that day. She feels his eyes sweep across her lithe frame and she shuffles on her hooves with embarrassment. Her mother had always called her ugly because she was a dull buckskin instead of a pretty palomino. She wondered what Rebel thought of her outward appearance. She noticed as he shifted and she could see that he was thinking about something. She nodded her head and encouraged him to say what was running through his mind. ‘You could always come back to my home’ Her big brown eyes grew wide in shock. Wow, he wasn’t kidding when he said that he speaks without thinking, though this time she’s sure he thought about it first. Though she was still taken aback by how forward he was. He than backpeddles somewhat and says that she didn’t have to stay if she didn’t like it. “I ummm, I ah-” she starts to speak but it’s obvious that she’s struggling to find the right words. It’s not that she thought he was creepy or a bad guy or anything like that, if anything he seemed rather sweet. It’s just that she probably shouldn’t run off. Her father knew that she was in the Desert, at least she hoped he knew that, and if she wanted to be reunited with him then she should stay there. But at the same time she had grown weary of the shifting sands and endless heat. The only good thing about the place was Vana. After a few moments of weighing up her choices she finally says, “it would be nice to visit another island.” She looks at Rebel one more time trying to search for any signs that this might be a trap. She had been born during her mother’s imprisonment and she had no desire to be a prisoner herself. “I would need to tell Vana where I am first, she’s the mare that looked after me after my mother left me,” she states the last half in a matter of fact tone like that was something most foals' experience. She takes a few strides towards the ocean in preparation to swim back to Salem before she pauses. “Umm,” she turned her face back towards her new friend, “could you teach me how to swim properly?” He was a little older than her so surely he knew a thing or two about water walking. She giggled as she admitted, “I kind of mind my way here by luck because no one taught me how to.” |