01-22-2013, 02:24 AM
Nenet's worried look melted away at the woman's words and exuberance, and she followed her to the stables. On the way she tried to figure out the other people who had joined them, both glad and worried about the company. One seemed demonic, and two were obviously of some elven origin... then there was one who smelled of magic, the same way her creator had.
She let them be, keeping a little bit of distance for the time being. She knew demons could be rather spontaneous, and she didn't know what kind this one was... And was surprised when the darker elf was instead. Her eyes widened, and she pulled a bit further away, closer to the stables.
They must have some history, she thought, turning and going to the silvery grey stallion that was waiting impatiently for her. She held a hand out, waiting for him to accept her scent and she searched for his among the others. There was something very different about it, about all of them. Something... darker? She shook her head slightly, running her hand along his neck as she walked to the saddle, puling herself up into it with ease. It had been so long, she had thought she might have forgotten... A happy smile came to her lips as she tangled her fingers in the mane that didn't feel the ay it looked.
"He is wonderful," she finally said, looking over. "And we have not exchanged names, yet. I am Nenet." She wanted to ask, wanted to know if the horses here were truly just that, but held her tongue. 'Trust your instincts' her creator would have told her. She didn't feel that they were, but neither did she feel that they were truly dangerous.
((She's never seen a nightmare before...))
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