[ What Do You Have To Say? | Ni'Srilan: The Desert ]
Posted by .indira on February 7, 2009, 9:33 am, in reply to "INDIRA! Step up! TROO or PHALSE. I should get a hobby." I N D I R A
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I grin, watching the stallion as he shifts and thinks aloud. He seems almost lost in his own thoughts. "Oh, Im just being a suck anyway." In truth it wasn't all that bad, and I'm sure in no time at all I would think nothing of the heat. A new light seems to glimmer in his eye as he turns his attention to my last question, reading off the activities some of the bolder equines get into. I smirk mirthfully. "Boys being boys?" I chuckle. "You lot never did make sense to me, all that danger and rough housing." Without much thought I reach out and nudge him playfully, grinning. "Stupid may just aptly describe it." I tease. Though, to be honest, personally I had always gotten on better with the boys...B een on of the boy's girls, rather than a girly girl. Sure my leg had hindered me from running and jumping with the colts, but I had never been far from the action. All of the prissy filly stuff, like leeping clean and watching butterflies had seemed somewhat incredibly boring.
"Oh you know, the usual." I am glad to discover that spell of self pity seems to have quickly dispersed, and in no time I am back to my playful, lighthearted nature. His questions draws me back to my childhood, something which seems a dull haze now to me. So much had happened since I had been a carefree child. War, death...Somehow to think of being a kid again made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. "Chasing the seagulls, midnight swims, terrorizing the crabs." My voice is light and full of mirth as I recollect my childhood, both in Heroth and Arnicyde. After the initial trauma of being stolen from my family I had found friends and jumped back into being a stupi kid. And then His face flashes before my eyes and I frown only briefly, feeling that familiar dull ache that came whenever I thought of him. Muerte. My childhood friend, and perhaps my first run in with feelings of love. It does not last long though, the empty feeling passing as I return my attention to Sterling. The grin returns. "Then again, I was only a kid when I was there. Near the end my home was torn by war, and I was forced to grow up. Nothing ever came of it though, the other side backed down from my foster dad" Strange, I never thought of Lecter as any sort of father before...And yet it slips out so naturally here. "But you didn't ask for my life story." I grin wryly. "And anyway, with all the cool stuff around here I am sure my childhood must be boring in comparison to growing up around horses with lightening and fire!" My gaze sweeps the desert. And then I realize that, unlike Hypatia and Huyuna, I cannot sense what his element is, if he even has one. It does suck being the noob. "Pardon me if this is entirely rude, but what are you anyway? I mean, your element?" This is definitely not the way to earn respect and make friends. Well done Indy, well done. You are officially making a name for yourself as the awkward weirdo who asks idiotic questios. Score one for the gimp girl!
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