[PRP] Odd... (Beatrice and Asami)

[cyhorse]

Asami let out a yawn as she wandered around. There wasn't much to do and there weren't many places to go. She flicked her orange and brown tail as she thought for a moment. What were mother and father up to? Maybe she would go visit the rather large family she had today... nah... Iyami would probably be there. Her ears began to flatten against her head at the thought of her brother teasing her once more. Now that she was an adult she didn't have to put up with it any longer, unless they bumped into one another.

The mare stretched her legs a little bit, she couldn't move around as well as she used to be able to. Not with these clothes on. She laughed a little at the thought of her brothers, who both also were dressed up like humans. Of course, it would be expected since both of their parents would have clothing. She thought for a moment. Did all soquili have clothes? Or was it just her family?  

[Kaefaux]

Corpse-colored hooves crunched against the ground, pink gaze misty and unfocused as the mare continued her seemingly never-ending travels. Another dispute with Jaci, this time over the presence of offspring that might eventually join them around that strange two-legger's home. Although the dark stallion was obviously much different than her own father, it still didn't sway the mentality that family wasn't something to be desired.

A sound caught her attention, ears flicking forward as she came to a halt. So she'd found another restless soul? Carefully she made her way towards the other, attention finally at full in case of possible ill intentions. Yet when she finally could see the individual in question, her skull-flattened ears returned to the up-right position, body relaxed when she realized with a small huff of embarrassment about her jumping to conclusions.

Like always...

"Why are you wearing all of that?" Although polite enough to wait till she was definitely in the mare's vision, she had yet to acquire the best means of greeting someone for the first time. No, instead she simply said the first thing that came to mind, this time being about the clothing she wore. Her father wore heavy, thick materials suitable for protection in a sort of make-shift armor. This one, however... that stuff looked far too flimsy to be of much use in battle. Even Beatrice's own adornments were of the same tough substance as her sire's coat.

And so she stood there, head cocked to the side as she took in the strange, useless attire, brow raised in question as she awaited the answer to her rather abrupt question.