 Posted: Sat Jun 29, 2013 10:31 am
Novablu Amerlei: -tail flicks, shooing flies as she nibbles at the grass, bored- Thamin Richmon: *lands silently in a clearing* Novablu Amerlei: -watches the younger mare, half a smile on her face, seeing a bit of her past-self in the other- Thamin Rhichmon begins to graze, apparently uninterested in seeking out or conversing with anyone. Novablu Amerlei: -flicks an ear back at Richmon, noting the stallion's large wings, and uncertainly steps towards him. Gosh, how long had it been since she'd socialized? Let alone with a male... Takes a deep breath, puffs out her cheeks, and tosses her mane and her stride becomes a little more confident- Hi there... Thamin Richmon finished his bite of grass, taking his time, not rushing to greet the mare that had approached him. As he swallowed he lifted his head and looked over the white mare, nodding a greeting to her as a formality. "Good evening..." He said. Novablu Amerlei, secretly pleased that the white stallion all but welcomed her in conversation, took another step forward, a small smile on her face. “Hello. Hi. I…I’m new at this whole…introduction thing. A bit rusty, I guess you could say. I’m Amerlei.” Her ears flicked back, unsure if she should stick around and talk to the quiet male or if she should be on her merry way, but come on—she was a little bit lonely and this guy didn’t look like a murdering psychopath, so… “You have nice wings—assuming they’re not just for show.” Like hers. Way to put a hoof in your mouth, Merl, she thought. Thamin Richmon raised a brow, for the moment the only movement that could be see in in his entire form. "From my understanding, introductions, greetings, and all other forms of the like are simply formalities and not necessarily required for idle conversations. Names need never be exchanged - but they do make things a tad bit easier, and it is for most a comforting notion to 'know' who it is that they are speaking with. I presume it is for recollections sake in the event that one wishes to recall the memory of that particular conversation." Richmon rattled off in a drone like manner. The truth of it all was that though he knew and accepted emotions old habits died hard; and though he had practiced assimilating with mortal soquili and utilizing their customs he too was quite out of practice. "My name is Richmon." He added, believing it to only be appropriate that he give his name in return for hers. His gaze shifted from the mare to his folded wings, then back to the mare and her own. "Thank you?" He replied, not quite use to on really knowing how to respond to a compliment. "Are you implying that yours are only for show?" Novablu Amerlei watched him, listening to the lull of his quiet voice, perplexed and intrigued by the way he spoke to her. “I-I suppose so. You don’t have to recall the memory of this conversation if you don’t want to, but I’m one that believes names are important, so I felt the need to tell you mine. Richmon,” she finished, bobbing her head. When his gaze lingered on her wings, she tucked them closer to her body as if hugging herself. “Yeah. I don’t fly much.” Or at all. Thamin Richmon: *nods slowly as if he understood, but had no clue* If it not too bold of me to ask, may I inquire as to the reason for which you forsake your wings? Novablu Amerlei: -drops her head a little bit, glances away, a faint blush on her cheeks as she mumbles- Um. I never really....learned how to fly? No one's ever taught me. So...I just walk everywhere. It's not all bad, you know. /but she'd never known the love of the sky... Thamin Richmon: It may not be bad, but wings to cut down on the time it takes to travel. *he looked them over a few more times* I have never taught anyone, but I spend most of my day flying. You would have to strengthen the muscles though. With the lack of use the muscles deteriorate and after a while even if one knows how to fly the wings wont have the strength to lift them. Novablu Amerlei: You're right. -small smile as she spreads out her gold-dusted white wings to their maximum length- They're too beautiful to waste... I think I'm going to have to learn one of these days. -a little thrill goes through her- Thank you, Richmon. You don't have to remember this conversation, but I will. -happy- I'd better go, though, leave you to your peace. Bye.
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