Half lidded eyes and fluid grace, Magnolia seemed unearthly as she glided through the swamp. The whispers that came -- the doe's own lips were exceedingly still -- from...somewhere only added to the idea that she wasn't entirely, or at all, flesh. At least until one really looked at her.The downward slope of her belly was distended. The skin taut. Yes, this doe was of this world. At least for now.
"The spirits tell me you are here," Magnolia's voice was nothing like a whisper. It was clear, concise, but with a musical undertone that hummed.
It did not impress the mare hidden within shadows. No, that wasn't quite true. It did impress upon her that this doe was not one she wanted to associate with. This doe was certainly not one she wanted to bless -- but then she never really wanted to bless any of them. The downfall of having access to the knowledge she sought, prized.
She gave a shake of her head and shadows rolled from her like a heavy mist. Spirits or no, she wasn't going to hide from this one.
"Then they can tell you where another Legendary is," she shot back. That was rarely how things work though. And this one shared blood from the rat -- her nose wrinkled as her lips curled up in a snarl -- and that insistent buck who keep coming back to her for advice on gaining courage. Small favors she hadn't seen either for awhile now but still. She remembered and that was bad enough.
The pale doe at least considered it. And then a simple, "No." A flick of her tail, "It must be you."That of course only irritated her further. No one told her what to do except the Motherfather and even then, that was only for blessings because she couldn't escape them fast enough. It hadn't stopped her refusal nor her manipulation in goading other Legendaries to do them instead. (Perhaps she should mentor a helpful buck or doe to take over for her...)
"Your spirits do not command me. Nor do you for that matter," she glowered. The memories of her ancestors was making her angry--
"It must be you," she repeated before adding, "as we seek you to grant a gift for this favor." Magnolia glided forward until she was nearly face to face with the mare. The curtain of her hair was pushed aside as she pulled out a feather -- a soft, pale pink, not unlike the mare's stripes -- decorated with shiny pieces of jet. It was a touch crude perhaps but she was a mere kin and the spirits were often clumsy. "It's a versatile fossil, they say, but always associated with great females. I hope it appeases you."
Lull in Sunlight considered it, took it carefully within her mouth and then passed it onto her owlcat self to hold it.
"Yes, I suppose it does. Very well, then." She considered the doe, considered her grandfathers, and then began to speak. "Your children shall be healthy and strong, courageous even. They shall avoid me and not create ties to my bloodline." She grinned, unable to help herself from slipping in something a bit more beneficial to herself. And then she waltzed away.
