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Post by revolver on Dec 13, 2014 23:38:47 GMT -6
Really, any day was a day for exploration...even days forlorn with storm clouds on the horizon. The dark clouds met the water in the distance in a blurred and beautiful line, casting on the cerulean waters a dreary gray that would be, to most, a bleak and downcast scene. For Saphira, it signaled the coming of a storm over the ocean. Flashes of lightning, white and loud as it boomed loudly throughout the lands. It was exciting, a fun spectacle to watch from a safe distance. Then again, what meaning had the word "safe" to Saphira? If you were safe, you were boring. Safety was repetition, monotony, and having a fear to step into the risky or the unknown. She had no such sentiments. She lived for excitement, for fun, her icy blue eyes alight with wonder and curiosity as she sought her next quest or obstacle to overcome. She raced across the beach, the cold tide licking at her ankles as she sprinted with reckless abandon, her lithe body arching as she bucked and kicked. Her ebony mane flew wildly around her nape, her tail whipping about in the same manner. A grin was spread across her lips at her own antics, taking solace in that she was alone. She gave little heed to the distant rumble of thunder, vibrating through the still air and rippling through the ground beneath her hooves. As far as she knew, she was the only one at this beach. Perhaps she was a little out of sorts...storms could be dangerous. Others had taken shelter in anticipation. The air was absent of the usual cawing of gulls, flying about waiting for a chance to swoop at small fish swimming closely to the surface. The air was thick with a humidity that preceded a downpour, the distance foggy with rain that had not yet reached the shore but was well on its way.
She carried on in her dance along the beach, enjoying the sharp chill of the ocean waves at her feet as the cascaded back and forth from the damp sand. She breathed deeply, reveling in the salty air that moved through her lungs. She laughed freely, her voice light and airy in reflection to her mood. The rumbling grew louder, but she did not notice. She was impulsive and brash, and she gave little thought to her future endeavors. She did not think about the possible dangers that came with lightning strikes, or with being overtaken by large waves that overstepped their usual boundaries on a placid day. Storms could turn violent in an instant, and it would surely not be her first time to catch herself in a perilous situation, spawned from her own carelessness.
It was a main reason that her peers in her former herd deemed her unworthy of leading anything. Her sire was sure and steady in his kingship, a leader that was both feared and revered. He was brave as she was, and he feared nothing, but he was calculating. He thought about his actions before he acted, and he filtered his words carefully. Many had observed her reckless behavior and insisted that she be more like her father, an attitude more befitting the daughter of a ruler. Her mother, meek and mild, had always been at odds with Saphira. She should be more ladylike, more dainty and practiced in her manners. She would insist on refinement for Saphira. 'You are a beautiful mare,' she would declare. 'As a daughter of a leader, you should not be so incredibly tactless as you are. Watch your words...and straighten your posture. You are slouching again, Saphira. Raise your tail, it is more graceful as you move. And for the love of all that is good, stop that staring! You are nosy, you foolish child. Mind your business, unless you are asked otherwise.' She had always rolled her eyes at her mother's reprimands, saying 'Yes, mother' in an entirely mechanical manner if only to placate her aristocratic dam.
Here, however...here she had a new life. She could prove herself worthy of ruling, without relinquishing her taste for fun and risk-taking. She would prove that being boring and predictable were not the only ways to be an effective queen, or any sort of royalty. And if her nature did, in fact, prevent her from any sort of ruler, than she would reject the crown. She was stubborn in her ways. As if to emphasize her rebellion of her mother's insistence of refined manners, she threw another wild buck, her hooves cutting wildly through the air. She halted slowly, her barrel heaving as she caught her breath, her eyes drinking in her surroundings. It was beautiful, and best of all, it was new.
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Post by Fig on Dec 14, 2014 11:21:14 GMT -6
Siren
As the telltale rumbles of a distant storm drew closer to the shoreline, Siren feels the pace of his blood quicken in the anticipation. Angry, dark clouds swim closer just as the tide does, lapping at the sands and dragging the grains underfoot. The water level has risen considerably, several paces from its residency, and Siren struggles to trudge through the damp sand in order to find higher ground. The buckskin paint stumbles as his hooves began to sink just so, pulling up dry sand and weeds from underneath the surface. The wind is becoming unbearable, too cold and too frigid to withstand any longer, and for the moment Siren can't remember why on earth he's been staying here so long. Winter is approaching fast, and it does nothing to make the tropical terrain any more enjoyable.
The stallion finds solace in small cove, some distance off from the waterline, and his skin relaxes in the absence of the pelting wind. Absently, he wonders how long the storm is going to last because while he tended to think well on his feet, there wasn't much to do with an empty stomach and an impending monsoon. Sighing in some sort of acceptance, Siren let his gaze wander outside, which looked like a completely different place now that he'd been separated from it. Still, it was nothing particularly interesting, and served only to set his nerves on edge.
With a flash of movement catching the corner of his eye, the stallion swings his head to follow. A lithe little mare bounds across the sand, kicking up her heels in violent movement and galloping, uninhibited, down the beach. Instinctively he feels his ears pull forward in curiosity, watching the black overo move with simultaneous elegance and angry, sharp movement. He worries briefly that she will end up rolling an ankle in the wet sand, but she seems to be perfectly content raging around on her own, so he doesn't worry too much. Startling quietly as she lets out a laugh, a carefree and airy sound, seemingly pleased by the weather and the exertion. Siren can't help but smile privately, chest rumbling in a soft nicker as she pulls to a sudden halt. He watches her, with obvious interest, wondering if she might find cover now as well, or let the raging waves drag her out to sea.
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Post by revolver on Dec 14, 2014 14:16:27 GMT -6
She shook her head from side to side, a mist beginning and clinging to her inky tresses and therefore her face. The chill was intensified with the new dampness, but she reveled in the cold. She preferred it by far to the scalding heat of the summer. She failed to notice as the waves climbed ever higher , now licking at the spot of her legs beneath her knees, leaving splashes on the thick coat of her belly. She lifted a leg to paw at the wet sand beneath her, flinging it behind her in clumps as she whinnied her glee. She was childish at times, she knew. She embraced it, the occasional immaturity that she gladly displayed. At the age of 4, she was technically an adult...but, she would always exhibit some of her foalish qualities, as long as she could continue to have her fun. She lifted her head back to the ocean, ceasing her pawing to stand still. The cloudiness was upon her now, rain coming down in an increasingly thick torrent until it was showering her heavily with a chilled wetness. She shivered once...perhaps, it was getting a bit too cold for even her liking.
She started forward, when a particularly large wave swept upon her. The force of it was startling, her icy blue eyes widening with surprise as her limbs were swept right out from underneath her, a shrill and short neigh erupting from her mouth as she fell to her side against the mercifully cushioned mud beneath her. An unladylike grunt came from the overo mare as she hit the ground, her features forming a scowl before morphing back into alarmed surprise as she felt the water pulling her into the sea. Her limbs flailed wildly beneath her, just barely catching purchase on the unstable beach beneath her before her head could become submerged. She jolted to her feet as soon as the water would allow her, her body bowing in another buck as her limbs pulled her out of the tide and onto safely dry land. She stood still, her sides heaving with breath as she shook herself to rid of the excess water, the movement starting at her neck and moving throughout the rest of her body.
She grumbled incoherently to herself, a pouty scowl painting upon her features as she seemed to glare out to the water. She snorted once to rid her nares of salt water, an unpleasant tingle accompanying the movement as the liquid moved through her passages to erupt in a mist from her nose. She took a deep breath, a sigh coming forth as something caught her attention. Her expression froze, her eyes comically wide as her head shot upwards, her ears forward towards the sound. Her stare locked onto a cove, a paint stallion standing and watching.
'Of course someone would be watching, just as I fell,' she thought with a grimace, feeling heat bloom and spread throughout her face, her startled expression still evident on her face.
She looked out to the ocean once more, the water becoming more choppy as it climbed forward ever more, now licking at her ankles once again despite her distance from the shore. The last thing she wanted was a repeat of her embarrassing tumble. After all, who is to say that the next time she fell into the water, she would be able to clamber out of danger? With a decisive snort, she moved forward in a trot, her tail swishing and flowing behind her as she approached the same cove that covered the stallion. As she neared, she met his gaze with a bashful grin, heat still in her cheeks as she bobbed her head, slowing her gait to a walk.
"That was a close one, yeah?" she asked as she moved to stand beside him, turning to face the opening.
She shook once more, flinging just a bit more water before realizing that she was splashing the male beside her. She stopped, and looked to him with a sheepishly apologetic expression, her teeth showing in a bashful grimace. She looked out to the opening of the cave, completely unperturbed by their close proximity. She assumed that if he wanted her out of his shelter, he would say something...to which she would huff, and ask (tell) him kindly to flip off. She was subtle in that way.
"It's nice to watch, though, right? I mean look at that ocean. It's so..." she hesitated, her eyes looking upwards in a show of thought before sharpening in approval as she continued, "wild. And the storm is so awesome to watch! It's positively entrancing," she declared as she dreamily watched the happenings outside.
The lightning had come closer now, enough to light the surroundings with a white flash. The flash reflected in her own eyes, accompanied by a loud boom that rumbled the ground beneath her, but not quite loud enough as to hurt her sensitive ears.
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Post by Fig on Dec 14, 2014 19:24:07 GMT -6
Siren
Watching the overo mare mill about amidst the oncoming storm was beginning to wear on Siren's mind. He himself was becoming more and more anxious the longer she was outside in the winter weather, waiting on bated breath to see if she might finally give up to mother nature and retreat. The mare was fierce though, and put up a truly impressive bold front, braving the frigid winds and near tidal waves. He was both impressed and out of his mind with irrational worry for a mare he'd never met before. She could perhaps be cruel or envious, but no one deserved a fate fitted with lung-fulls of water and the absence of air.
Siren tensed as he caught sight of a particularly adept wave casting itself onto the shore, and visibly startled as the mare's legs were swept out from underneath her, leading to her slim form taking a tumble into the water. The stallion took several immediate steps forward, and out of his safety, in sympathetic concern for the stranger. He could practically feel the force of the waves rolling over him himself, thought it was a sort of empathetic notion. He lost sight of her only momentarily, before she was haggardly picking herself up with shaky movements, the water threatening to pull her back under.
Upon seeing the mare on four hooves, he let himself breathe more easily, chest contracting and relaxing with the allowance of air. The mare was clearly out to kill him by accident, he muses, even if she hadn't even realized his presence. Thinking too soon, as always, she jerks her head sharply to meet his unassuming gaze, startling him even further- enough to send him backtracking into his cove once more. He smiled faintly as he noticed that she was equally as startled, but began an approach to him with a swift trot.
No, he thought, she wouldn't willingly join him, a stallion, in such a small space.
Siren apparently lived to be proven wrong, because the mare slowed as she neared him, seeming not the least bit put off by the close quarters. He huffed nervously, momentarily uncomfortable but not horribly so. The stallion figured he must be amazingly unassuming, coming off as no more intimidating than a fool. That, or the mare had a spitfire personality that would take no one's shit, or any prisoners. Lowering his head in respectful submission, Siren stepped aside to give her more space in the small cavern. He shivered slightly as she shook, sending chilled flicks of salt water at him by result. He wasn't much upset, though, because he himself wasn't perfectly dry in the first place.
"It's nice to watch, though, right? I mean look at that ocean. It's so..." the mare spoke, "wild. And the storm is so awesome to watch! It's positively entrancing."
He took the small amount of time to look her over, primarily for wounds of any kind from her tumble, and secondarily to study the mare herself. Her coat was drenched, likely much darker than its regular shade, but still a dark color with aesthetically pleasing overo markings. She was only a small portion shorter than himself. Listening to the mare's words, he couldn't help but feel otherwise of her explanation, and said as much. "That's one way to think of it," he admits, feeling cowardly but perfectly realistic, as he was. "I'm afraid I can't say the same. They're quite powerful, and I'm obviously not so-" he thinks briefly about the frailty of his own build compared to that of other horses. "You took on that wave with amazing confidence though, so I can't say it's not possible," Siren mentions lightheartedly with a faint smile as he recalls the incident.
He dips his head minutely to her in greeting, meeting her icy stare with a paler one of his own. "I'm Siren, by the way," he adds, head tipped slightly in a charming sort of way. He smiles though, shy, and wonders absently how long the storm will last. He's not known many equines to be able to stand him for a particularly long time. It won't be long before he starts throwing out statistical facts about cyclones or mentioning the freezing point of salt water, or something equally as uninteresting.
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Post by revolver on Dec 15, 2014 14:06:22 GMT -6
Her ears twitched curiously towards the stallion as he huffed, tilted her head towards him in response. She observed tense muscles, and a slightly unsure disposition...what for?! She could not be so incredibly intimidating. Well, she was no midget at slightly over 15 hands, but she certainly was no giant, either. She could not help the chuckle that reverberated from her body, her chest shaking lightly with the laughter as she nonchalantly went to nudge him with her shoulder. What was personal space? Saphira was familiar with no such thing.
"Oh, now. I don't bite, loosen up," she said, humor in her tones. Never could it be said that she was ever a sort of tactful mare. One might suppose she would recognize that strangers don't normally interact so casually in close quarters, but Saphira had missed out on the "normal" gene of her family.
She felt his gaze roaming over her body, and she began to feel slightly unsettled. She shuffled a bit in place, her brows knitting together just slightly as she moved her gaze elsewhere. What was he looking at so intently? She didn't bother to note the absence of ill intentions in his stare, nor that he was only checking her for wounds. All she could think of was being the object of scrutiny for a male with whom she was unfamiliar. She was never adept at navigating awkward situations or feelings, becoming immediately fidgety as she currently was. She moved her gaze to the side of the cove, the rocky wall slick and damp with water leaking from the roof of the opening. It was actually quite pretty, a glimmering purple tint to black stone. She shifted her gaze again to the outside of their cave, the storm now having hit full force. A cold, constant wind bent the trees outside as it howled past the cove, lightening now cracking loudly and brightly from a dark sky.
Her attention was brought back to the stallion by his words, her eyes finding his once more as she lent him her attention. She took in his words with a tilt of her head and a contemplative expression. She supposed it was dangerous, the notion of standing in the midst of a raging storm...she wasn't afraid of them. She likely should be afraid of him; she could easily see herself meeting a grisly demise at the business end of a stray lightning bolt, or drowning...as she had so skillfully almost accomplished only moments ago. The cold chill that gripped at her damp skin reminded her of her ignorance, an involuntary shiver climbing her spine.
She shrugged, looking once more out towards the beach. "Mmm...yes, I suppose they can be frightening," she conceded to the stallion. She grinned then at his remark, snickering lightly. "You weren't supposed to see that," she said with a wink, a toothy grin on her features. "I'm usually sure-footed and nimble. I hope you can keep a secret." She referred to her less than graceful tumble. She was sure it was a spectacle to watch. Most mares she came across were dignified, walking with a flawless air of refinement and an almost stuck-up confidence. She...well, she was confident, for sure.
She acknowledged his greeting and introduction with a nod, giving Siren her full attention. The open smile that lit up her features reached her eyes, which crinkled endearingly with her warm expression. She was a stark contrast to the stallion's modest disposition, readable to even the most unobservant of equines. "Well, Siren, I'm Saphira. It's a pleasure to meet you," she said in warm, welcoming tones. Pausing, she shifted her weight from one side to the other, resting one of her hind legs in a relaxed stance. She found it difficult to stand perfectly still in such a tight space, but it was much better than standing in the icy rain. Siren as well emitted a pleasant warmth, his body heat taking away some of the frigidness that hung in the winter air.
"So," she began, looking out into the grey shroud of rain. "Where do you call home, Siren?" she asked idly, slinging her face to the side to move her forelock from her eyes. She was curious, and she was looking to start a conversation. She never liked silence. It was just so...awkward.
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Post by Fig on Dec 15, 2014 15:55:21 GMT -6
Siren
Siren felt his face get hot as she unabashedly laughed, the stallion's ears angled sideways as he lowers his head in embarrassment, bringing forth what he can of a shy smile. The mare seemed to have no concept of what Siren might refer to as 'social norms',what with the absolute disregard for personal space and such. However, he was finding that, with his own lack of confidence and decidedly sub-par socialization skills, Saphira's forward personality complimented him benevolently. He admired her quietly for her tenacity and fierce attitude, giving her all the attention he could spare. That which he couldn't focused on the nerve-wracking storm outside as it threw forth a particularly angry roll of thunder, leading the stallion to visibly startle, eyes widening as the flinch wracked his supple build.
Taking a deliberate step backwards, further away from the cave's opening and by extant just that much closer to Saphira. He was willing the risk getting kicked if it might keep him from the aggressive bursts of wind and heavy rainfall, even if his intentions were more cowardly than advancing. From the closer proximity, the mare's body heat was doing wonders for his nerves. Slowly, his slight trembling stuttered to a stop, and he could feel just that much more comfortable in the entirely uncomfortable situation.
As Saphira spoke to him, he couldn't help but feel slightly belittled by his own fear at her good-natured teasing. It went about in the same way as someone mentioning his less than forward personality: it only served to make him less sure of himself. He was beginning to feel less anxious standing around the unfamiliar mare as she began to speak, but it was a long way coming before he would be open enough to feel at home in his own skin again. It wasn't even something specifically related to Saphira, but more of a personality quirk in general.
"I've found myself the keeper of many," he says coherently in reference to the secret, voice a light hue of formal. "One more can't hurt," he adds with a shy tilt of the head, expression slightly vulnerable. "But for what it's worth, I can believe that you aren't particularly prone bouts of clumsy accidents," he mentions, intelligence showing heavy in his word choice and cadence, "Myself, on the other hand... I can't say the same." He smiles briefly, a little, humble quirk of the lips as he meets Saphira's icy blue gaze.
"I'm from the eastern-most parts of the neutral lands, but I haven't been there in quite some time, " Siren admits, wondering the same about his new acquaintance. "I've taken to solitude with truly remarkable gracelessness, I'm afraid." As the storm rages outside in a rumbling bout of thunder, Siren nickers lowly in a mocking response to the sound out of habit. "You don't seem out of place," he comments, "Are you from here? I've seen a few horses passing through though, if you're looking for someone?" he asks kindly, his excellent memory throwing images of unfamiliar horses at his eyes. Saphira seemed like a lovely mare, and it was hard to believe someone so bold and confident was also so alone as he.
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Post by revolver on Dec 15, 2014 20:03:55 GMT -6
As the brute startled, so did she. It was like a chain reaction, she caught the jerk of his muscles accompanied by the loud boom of thunder, and she felt her own muscles draw up involuntarily. Her eyes widened as she jerked as well, bumping sideways into the stallion...not that she had much room to spare, anyways. She gasped sharply as he bumped into her rear, and she slung her head to the side out of instinct, her intentions to look back at the stallion...only to collide her head with his shoulder. She flinched and squinted as she grunted, withdrawing her head quickly. It really did not hurt so bad, just a dull throbbing. She shook her head a bit, as if to shake off the ache. She couldn't help the chuckle, though, that came forth, muffled and restrained; she really wanted to laugh quite loudly, if it would not unsettle the shy stallion so greatly. She opened one eye to look to Siren in a side-long glace.
"Maybe I have become clumsy over the past while," she offered with a small smirk. At least she likely didn't cause him any discomfort; if she had headbutted him, now, that would have been unpleasant for the both of them. At least his shoulder was slightly less solid. She payed very little heed to the him moving closer, otherwise; she wasn't one to be disturbed by touching. She wasn't a flirt, nor was she a seductress; she had no desire to lure males in that way. If ever she was even close to a flirt, it was her nature as demonstrated with Siren: humorous, talkative, and she loves to pester. She also did care, though. She had no intentions of making Siren upset or uncomfortable, so she tried to keep her teasing and rather loud personality to a minimum. She could only go so far, what with her lack of filter, but she did try to maintain some sort of civility.
She noted his slight relaxation, and she beamed on the inside. She enjoyed when she could have a positive effect on others around her, no matter how small. As he spoke, she listened with rapt attention, her ear pointed sideways to him. She chuckled lightly. "Come now, you can't be so clumsy," she said to him while looking to him, her eyes gleaming with good humor. "I'm sure that you are as nimble as a deer." Her tones were jesting, but not in a condescending sort of way. For all she knew, he could be as graceful as a deer, or as a crippled badger.
When he mentioned that he was alone, she did not hide her surprise as it manifested through risen brows, and a look that communicated a good-natured disbelief. He was a stallion, and a handsome one with a kind disposition. In her experience, those were usually surrounded by adoring mares, and yet here he was claiming total solitude. "That's hard to believe," she said, although her tone did not convey a challenge to his truthfulness. "You seem kind to me. I would think you would have friends by the dozen." She was not shy with her praise. In her opinion, if you merited praise, there was no reason you should not receive it. She felt the same for the opposite. "I would imagine you having a place of your own. I suppose you like wandering, then?" she asked him curiously, her tones very casual otherwise. When asked the same question, it was unexpected and it caught her off-guard, but she had no qualms with answering. "I'm new here," she declared happily, a fire sparked within her eyes at the idea of adventure. "In fact, this is the first place that I've visited, so far! There are many other places that I would like to see." She wasn't shy with her enthusiasm, her voice raising an octave as she spoke of exploring further.
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Post by Fig on Dec 17, 2014 21:01:45 GMT -6
Siren
Siren grunts in surprise as his hip collided with her rear, immediately stepping forward to return to the former amount of space they'd kept between them, only to instead have his shoulder knock into Saphira's skull. It doesn't particularly hurt him, just shakes him into cowering as far as he could from the mare, worried and nervous he might hurt her further. He watches her shake her head loosely, as if trying to refocus, and he tentatively dips his head close to her own so as to check for any damage. Siren winces guiltily, his ears laying sideways, ashamed and embarrassed. "I'm terribly sorry, are you alright?" he asks, trying to meet her gaze to hopefully portray his real apology.
"Maybe I have become clumsy over the past while," the mare says, and he finds himself smiling despite his guilt. Saphira is terribly honest, he realizes, and he's come to admire it. He is amused by her nature alone, and is smiling actively and participating in conversation. Her forward personality brings out his more reserved one, and he is greatly thankful for it.
"I promise not to speak of it," he comments lightly, trying for funny and falling just a little short. Outside, the storm carries on, undeterred by their fumbles and words. It's not letting up, but Siren finds himself feeling less and less tense in its presence. Saphira had braved it with admirable confidence, after all, so how bad could it really be? At her comment of his grace, or lack thereof, he feels his face grow warm with a pleasant blush, not a nervous one. He smiles briefly, allowing himself to laugh just softly at her jest.
He tips his head slightly at her apparent surprise towards his own solitude, flattered in the way that she thinks otherwise of him. "I've been told that I tend to be slightly embarrassing to be around, but I appreciate your thinking otherwise," he admits with a light smile. "So you're one for traveling too?" he asks with an excited smile, teeth and all. He's much of the same, completely enamored with the thought of new things and new information to soak in. He enjoys traveling like no other, if only because he strives to understand as much as he can. "There are plenty of amazing places I've just recently visited, they aren't too far from here either," he comments happily, joyful that he's found something they can actively talk about. "There's a lovely little mountain valley where the lakes freeze over in winter, it's amazing fun," he explains, eyes lit up with a smile.
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Post by revolver on Jan 1, 2015 21:18:13 GMT -6
She laughs to Siren, her eyes finding his with a humorous and gleeful gleam. "Never better," she proclaims lightly with a pleasant smile. She couldn't help but laugh at his countenance, leaning as far away from her as the confines of the cove would allow. It was a strange sight to see a stallion cowering from a mare, although she knew well it wasn't in fear, and it wasn't a condescending sort of strange. It was just funny, but she muffled her chuckles that might have otherwise been unladylike guffaws at both her antics and his. She found the humor in the normally embarrassing things in life...usually. If they were truly at her expense, she got huffed up and angry, but she usually regained her pleasant mood quite quickly.
She winks and nods to the stallion at his "promise", going along with their little joke. She settled down again as she shifted her weight, looking out into the storm. It continued to rage on, lightning piercing the sky in tandem. She wondered silently if they would be able to leave the cave by nightfall. Well, she would be willing to leave the cave whether it was safe or not; she was not quite one for precaution, although she would probably be much better off if she was. However, she was enjoying Siren's company. She found his quirky nature endearing, and he made her laugh with ease. She always sought out company that lifted her mood, and he had performed flawlessly in that aspect.
She looked back to him as he spoke once more, and she arched an eyebrow in a jestingly disbelieving expression. "Well, I happen to think you're hilarious." She smiled at him, her eyes crinkling with the authenticity of her expression. He was a pleasant stallion, and she did find him quite handsome. She had difficulty in seeing why anyone would be embarrassed to be in his company, and it sparked within her a righteous anger that someone might be cruel to this fellow, as seemed to be the case by what he said. She huffed lightly. "Anyone who can't see that, you may point them in my direction and I will happily set them straight," she said in a protective tone. She couldn't help it, really. He was barely more than a stranger, but she could not stand the thought of any sort of cruelty, no matter how mild.
She found herself surprised at his change in character, her eyes widening a bit at the excited spark that seemed to ignite his whole body, but it didn't take her long to mimic his excitement with her own. It was infectious, her expression a mirror of his as she felt a grin grow on her own maw. She appeared as a little girl enthralled in a fairy tale as he told her of her travels, listening raptly to his explanation and nodding unconsciously along with his story.
She was captivated by his statement, and it overflowed in to words. "Oh! You'll have to take me sometime! I would love to see it. I haven't been exploring much besides the beach, and I would love to see more. A lake sounds wonderful, but as do mountains or maybe a forest," she said in a high-pitched voice, her words running together in rapid fire so quickly that she didn't stop for a breath. "Who knows what could lurk behind those trees, right? I mean, it could be a lion! Or a wolf. Oh, that would be exciting. I would teach them some manners, let me tell you! Oh, and I wonder if there are any apple trees. I love apples, they're wonderful. The redder, the better, I always say. Do you like swiming? I love to swim; oh, it's amazing! I would be swimming in the ocean but the...storm..." she trailed off, her features fading slowly from excitement to sheepishness as she realized that she was rambling wildly. She grinned embarrassedly. "Sorry. Lost myself there for a second...but I'm back," she said, laughing awkwardly. Hmm, awkward, there was something she didn't feel everyday. She seemed to recover quickly, though, the bashfulness replaced with a forward enthusiasm once more although her words were spoken at a more normal pace. "Although I really would like to accompany you on one of your trips. Travels are more enjoyable with companions," she said with a smile, although she hesitated with a bit of uncertainty before continuing, "if you would like, of course. You may enjoy being alone." She didn't know if he was the solitary sort, and preferred being alone. She didn't want to intrude on his journeys.
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