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Post by jekyll on Apr 6, 2017 16:37:53 GMT -6
The caves were a lonely place now, after all the smoke and fire had been cleared out. Her shop was gone, books burnt to a crisp among the flames that had devoured them. They weren't the only things, however, that the fires had eaten alive. Her parents were gone, nothing much but ash that had swept up. They had burned too long to have remains, and Inkfinity felt the shiver run down her body at the thought. Their screams were something that had fueled her panic as she had run through the flames that licked near her hooves and her mane and tail. The scent of singed hair was prominent in her mind, and her mane and had suffered from it. The ends were singed and curled, though had flaked off since then, creating an odd look on the mare that had had such a long style. But that wasn't what she cared about.
Rather, she cared what happened to her parents and her shop, and mourned it. Because of that, she greeted each day with a long sigh and sluggish movements, stirring within the further reaches of the city under the ground. There were places set up for those like her, and they were rebuilding her shop, or so she had been told. Nothing would replace the hundreds of books that she had seared in to her mind, or the two faces of her parents. Ink shook her head, determined to try and get the thoughts out, blowing out a puff of air and in turn earning a large curtain of hair to drop over her eyes as she stepped out the door. She stopped herself, well aware of bodies moving around her, and merely stood for a long moment.
Something had to change, didn't it? She needed to change, she needed to move on. She couldn't stay in one place and dig herself a larger hole and settle in it, could she? Perhaps she could but it wasn't the best plan of action. Something had to happen. Perhaps she could take a reckless chance, after all, it seemed a great idea to her. Be reckless, move forward, enjoy a thrill. Smile, for once in her life.
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Post by Channeling-Spirits on Apr 6, 2017 17:54:29 GMT -6
He picked his way through the throng with practiced ease, all while an expectant grin tugged at the mouth. There was a sense of barely suppressed energy to the way he moved, as though he was a mere heartbeat away from breaking into a run - or perhaps a flash-dance - and there was clear purpose in the way he turned around the winding corners and scurried up and down the meandering walkways.
It was unusual to be able to get away while people were still awake. Ever since his return from the temple his father had kept him busy, with a grim sort of determination to him as he sent his troublemaker of a son on errand after errand. Ioru knew what it was about, knew that the old man did everything in his power to keep him from causing trouble. No doubt it had some effect, because he barely had time to pause and think let alone brood over how bored he was. On the other hand it did nothing to improve his feelings towards the family - on the contrary. But today he was free, as free as he ever were (which only meant he was able to slip out of the palace for a few hours before someone sent out a search party) and he hadn't wasted a moment in leaving. Old familiar merchant Youko had asked him to help out with the business when he had time, and Ioru had every intention of honoring his promise to the lady. She was fierce despite her high age, a force to reckon with, and she had quickly become something of a mentor to the young noble as he fumbled his way deeper into the hectic, chaotic world of animal husbandry. It was hard work, it was challenging, and he could not wait to get there. Last time he visited Youko had said something about a new delivery, something he would be sure to appreciate... He could honestly think of no better way to catch his attention, and as he walked along at a steadily quickening pace, the young stallion wondered what the crazy lady had brought in this time.
Unfortunately, his ruminations meant he did not pay enough attention to his surroundings. Seemingly between one moment and the next someone stepped out in front of him and stopped dead on the street, and before he could stop he threatened to barge right into them. Skidding slightly on the well-trodden pavement Ioru came to a halt and quickly looked around and -down- at the child-like person, a rueful expression on his face.
"My bad, are you alright? Didn't see you there."
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Post by jekyll on Apr 6, 2017 18:29:20 GMT -6
It hadn't been the wisest choice to meander out on to the street and stay there like a fool in the midst of well traveled path that many seemed to wander. She breathed out, her eyes still covered by the ebony and ivory of her mane, seeing nothing but the blackness that came with a face full of hair. She didn't nudge, not even on her dainty little black hooves. It wasn't until she was nearly run over (an easy feat considering her stature) that she shook her head, her hair falling away gently and revealing ringed eyes, bright blue as she turned her head paused. Had she not had fur on her cheeks, she would have been red, but as it were, the sensitive pink patches around her nose and eyes seemed to darken slightly, and she drew in a breath through a mottled nose.
"I'm alright, thank you."
Her voice was whimsical and soft, the sort of sound that she'd always had. It was almost like an air-headed sort of speech, and she only blew out another soft breath, trying to keep her mind in one place. More certainly, trying to get it back to reality. She was stuck in the recent past of burning fires and ashes that clogged her throat, the screams of horror and the yelps of fear that echoed and rocked through shops around her. She hoped her friend had survived as well, but knowing her luck, well. It was likely she was friendless at this point.
Again, she had to pull herself back once more, clearing her throat. Her eyes had been glassy, but they came to once more, as she focused her gaze up at the stallion before her. He was awfully tall, but many were compared to someone that only stood at eleven hands. It would be some sort of miracle if he didn't consider her some sort of infant compared to himself. Most always seemed to treat her as a child, though she was now twenty years of age.
"Sorry. My mind seems to have wandered. It tends to do that lately."
She tried to smile, but it came up a little shaky on pink and black lips, her eyes returning to a somewhat haunted look as she drew herself back, exhaling and trying to focus on what was going on. She had to do something but without her shop she was lost, and she wasn't sure if it would ever come back.
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Post by Channeling-Spirits on Apr 6, 2017 19:36:15 GMT -6
He looked her over closely and nodded, accepting the standard reply as truth only after seeing it for himself. She was really awfully short, but the way she spoke quickly made him amend the initial impression that it was a child he had come across. Upon a second look it quickly grew very apparent that she was no kid; small yes, but well proportioned in a number of ways that gained both his approval and undivided attention. Though a bit too peculiar in coloration to fit the conservative norm of the general populace she was pretty, though there was a distance in her gaze that puzzled him, as though she wasn't entirely present.
It was certainly strange, perhaps even a bit alarming. He hoped she was not touched in some way, that would be potentially bad as he had no experience whatsoever in dealing with the mentally challenged.
"How come?" he asked as she apologized, returning her grimace of a smile with a wry twitch of the mouth that soon died away again - he was not much of a smiler even at the best of times. Part of him itched to keep going, but even though he was a rebel and a black sheep, even Ioru had enough decency in him to engage in some conversation after nearly knocking someone over. Youko could wait (though hopefully not too long) and he could be patient (but only for a short while).
Aware that they were blocking the street Ioru moved over, placing himself closer to the entryway the girl had exited from; he gave it a mere spare glance, not familiar enough with the area to draw any conclusions as to who she might be or what she had been doing there.
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Post by jekyll on Apr 6, 2017 22:08:45 GMT -6
Ink's eyes flickered over the male a moment, keeping in connection to reality rather than the daunting trauma that she had suffered. It was easier to stay grounded, it seemed, when there was someone to talk to, and available to keep her rather calm. It allowed her mind to not focus entirely on the devastation of before.
"The fires. The ones that ravaged the stores. I'm a keeper, you see. So I was caught up in it. My parents too. I was lucky enough to get out."
She spoke with a finality in her tone, though it was not morbid. She stepped herself over toward the doorway, but did not darken the step yet. Her tail dragged slightly behind her, the singed ends scraping over the pavement of the road way, and she lifted her head to gaze over the others that passed them by without second glances. Places to be and people to see and talk to. Perhaps some had their shops to get to, the ones that survived the mass burning from the dragon fledglings.
"I am sorry I got in your way, you seemed to be in a hurry."
This time her smile was a little more genuine on pink and black lips, carefully curling upward as her ears twitched forward and she released a soft breath that she had been holding. Part of her was unusually antsy, something entirely out of character, but she couldn't help it. She was trying to pull her life back together again, and it felt like she was fighting against the tide when it came down to it. A sad and unfortunate thing.
"I'm Inkfinity. I used to own one of the many book shops."
It hadn't been anything out of the ordinary, and not many had stopped in, though it was a good business, and had shown her many tales in the leatherbound spines of the books that sat on shelves.
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Post by Channeling-Spirits on Apr 7, 2017 8:51:54 GMT -6
"Oh. I'm really sorry..."
It was such an inadequate thing to say, but though he tried Ioru could not think of anything more appropriate. How did one convey condolences to strangers anyway? It would come out cheesy or tacky, impersonal and insincere either way, perhaps even insensitive if he was unfortunate enough - and it was his usual luck to always say the wrong things. No wonder she looked dazed, he thought as he observed her, it was not so long ago and the grief must still be very close to her. The loss, the pain, and not only that but worry for what the future might hold as well. To lose ones whole life in a single blow... Ioru could not even imagine what that must be like.
"Oh, it's nothing that can't wait, don't think about that. More importantly, will you be alright?" he said. "If there is anything you need, I might be able to help..."
That was, in a way, his job after all. It was what his teachers and caretakers had always nagged about, what his parents expected of him to say and do, and for once the offer was not forced or made halfheartedly. He did not know what he would be able to do for this girl, but surely there had to be something. He had more than he could ever wish for, she had lost it all - such an unbalance must surely be possible to even out somehow. If she needed a new store, or stock, or even a place of her own to live while getting it all set up...
The only thing he could not do was bring her loved ones back, he thought bitterly, which was what she really needed. Not unless Kaia cursed him with necromancy or Argus decided it was for him to summon the spirits of the ancestors... both options equally unlikely.
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Post by jekyll on Apr 7, 2017 11:15:27 GMT -6
The apology was met with a smile that was well worn and saddened, but grateful.
"Such a thing is nothing to feel sorry for. It is how life goes, isn't it?"
Even if it was cut tragically short. The smile faltered and eventually faded after a moment, blue eyes flickering to look upon the building she had reluctantly come to call home. It wasn't home, but at least it was something, and she couldn't fault them for that. It wasn't as if it was their fault that the dragonling's had terrorized the city in the first place. That they had set everything aflame, in the most horrific disaster in recent history. The thought of the crackling flames still drew a chill up her spine, and Ink attempted to shake it off, glancing back to the stallion, and tilting her head, just a small bit. There was a look of wonder -- of life -- in her features for the briefest of seconds before it washed away and she released a breath at the same time.
"I suppose I'll have to be, won't I? Nothing can bring back the dead, or the many books that got burned."
It sounded dark, but in her soft tone of voice, it was light, a fact she stated with another worn smile that pulled at her lips and made her brows lift a little. It was an actual grateful smile on her mouth that time, tender and soft.
"Perhaps if you could find me a new place to stay, or get word out that I need a new shop and stock? I would love to get back to my books again and sell them once more."
Still, she seemed a bit lost, and she exhaled softly, closing her eyes for the briefest of moments and reopening them to watch the male, curious, flicking an ear toward him. If he could help her, she would be forever grateful. But did she want a new shop, and have the memories over her? Or did she want to try and make headway in a new direction in life? It seemed foolish to step out of that little pocket of happiness she had made for herself with the books and the shop. She could make a name for herself there, couldn't she? Somewhat. It was hope, and home, and the only thing that Inkfinity really knew other than what the books had taught her.
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Post by Channeling-Spirits on Apr 7, 2017 16:43:18 GMT -6
The hint of a grin touched at the corners of his lips, but whatever mirth he might have felt when she accepted the offer was quickly stifled by the somberness of her expression. There was hints of life and will ghosting across the graceful features every now and then, like ghosts of emotion she once might have felt, but even so it still felt rude to smile for real - if he had been so inclined, which he was not. Not really, anyway - as if he might somehow offend her or her deceased family by being too happy. It was ridiculous, and Ioru quickly grew annoyed with himself and, somewhat irrationally, with her. Mourning was all well and good, but you couldn't go around being sad all the time. This girl clearly needed a change of pace more than she needed things, and Ioru suddenly decided he would make sure to give her just that. Right now.
"I'll see what I can do. But for now, how about you come with me for a while? I know a place you might like" he said, flashing a grin over his shoulder as he started off along the street again - almost defiantly, as if daring the offended ghosts to come at him and give him their worst.
Looking over at her every now and then to make sure she was actually coming along, Ioru led the way off the main streets and towards the outskirts of the city, away from the bustle of milling crowds and commerce and into the older residential areas. Once, before Nariah grew to its current scale these had been large manors with gardens and several large main buildings, but while some remained as such there were many that had succumbed to the demands of the masses and been sold, creating an eclectic mixture of cramped apartments that clambered high up onto the cavern walls and large, spacious villas that seemed almost ostentatiously large.
While entertaining Inkfinity with casual smalltalk along the way he led them to a moderately sized house, flanked by large storage buildings and fronted by a tall fence, and held up the gate so she could pass. Once through, a wide walkway through a carefully tended garden led up towards the main entrance and branched off and circled towards the back of the building.
"I've been coming here a lot lately" he explained. "The mistress of the house is getting old, and while her son has taken over the main business there is still a lot to do... Unfortunately she doesn't want to hear that she can't do everything herself anymore." Ioru rolled his eyes, then quickly looked around to make sure the old nag wasn't around to hear him.
"Do you have an interest in familiars? If so, I think you will like this place..."
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Post by jekyll on Apr 9, 2017 9:45:22 GMT -6
This one was nice, she began to realize, and part of Inkfinity was rather confused as to why he was. Certainly she wasn't looking for pity, but the help was nice, she would admit that much, especially coming from someone that was so genuine about it in the first place. She wouldn't turn that help away, so long as it wasn't given out of feeling sorry for her.
"I wouldn't mind getting away from this district for a while. Thank you for the offer."
The smile pulled on her lips, very faint, but there, and she began to trek after him. Small as she was, it took her a few more steps to keep up with his longer strides. She didn't exactly stick beside him, but she was a little more behind, just to make sure she knew where she was going and didn't bump in to him or get in his way. The main streets were left behind, bringing them to quieter side streets, and towards the edges of the city, where there weren't too many others, providing a comfort for the mare at the moment. She was aware that some stared at her (if only because of her height and hair), but she moved with a fluidity, becoming a little more confident in her steps, her head lifting instead of remaining down. Perhaps she was making a friend? This one seemed to be like a friend, and it would be nice to have a familiar face around her. Especially a helpful one. He was, after all, potentially going to provide her with new quarters, maybe a new shop and stock. She would live in the shop, honestly.
The small talk was nice, and she found herself talking without realizing it. Soft and small comments that casually grew in to longer replies, that had her talking more and her depression seemed to lift a little. It was something that took her thoughts away from the tragedy of her life, allowed her mind to wander to other things that were better for her mental and emotional health. She was smiling a little before realizing it, her lips curling upward as she talked, a little more animated in her words, her soft voice becoming like its natural tone. It became more velvet in nature, warm and almost seductive with the pitch. But it was her natural voice this time, and it sounded... happy. She was feeling a little happier. It was... exhilarating to find herself talking so happily.
She stepped past a gate, the pause in their talk something so natural that she didn't even realize it, and she followed Ioru toward the back of the building, curiously looking it over and tilting her head. There was even a laugh that slipped from her lips as she heard him, her eyes lighting up a brief moment before they were gone and she released a soft breath, glancing around, then back to Ioru.
"Actually I do. I've been hoping to some day get myself a devilbird familiar. I know it's probably a fantasy to think of, but I would love to get one to accompany me in the shop."
Despite their name, she found them rather endearing, and she'd always read so much about them that it made her want one for herself.
"So you.. help this woman here?" She didn't want to say anything about someone she didn't know, but she could only imagine the woman was a bit stubborn and independent, someone to look up to, perhaps.
Maybe she could accompany Ioru here if he didn't mind her tagging along. After all, it got her away from what had happened before, and it was a nice and quiet place, something that seemed to settle in her bones and mind.
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Post by Channeling-Spirits on Apr 10, 2017 9:18:04 GMT -6
A thin brow raised in mild surprise at her preference in familiars, and there was a skeptical note to his voice as he commented;
"I don't know if you would want one around your books, to be honest. They're a finicky lot, don't give a rats tail about anyone but themselves... Getting them to like you is no easy feat. Well, if you still want one, you should come by the palace some time, I'll introduce you to the flock. It's easier to understand if you can see for yourself..."
As he spoke he led them round the main building and towards a large building with the looks of a storage facility about it. Upon reaching the entrance Ioru pushed it open and went on inside, indicating that Ink should follow.
The interior was huge. The ceiling rose high up above their heads and stretched off far in all three directions, indicating that the exterior of the building did not reveal the entire scale of the place. Indeed it appeared that additional space had been created by carving into the cavern wall, expanding upon some previously existing tunnel or crevice perhaps. All throughout the building were pens and cages, holding areas filled to the brim with all manner of animals common and exotic, from well-groomed dogs and house cats to birds in every color, shape and size, not to mention legendary creatures told of in tales alone. There were feathered snakes, long-necked apana, two-tailed nekomata and even a sulky-looking, mean-eyed pygmy dragon leering down at them from a fire-proofed cage in the ceiling. When the door opened and light from the cavern spilled into the room the creatures began to stir, the sleepy chirrup of a bird setting off a cacophony of greetings so loud that Ioru flattened his ears to the neck with a grimace.
"Yeah, as you can see there's a bit much for one old lady to do on her own here" he replied, stepping aside so that Inkfinity could come inside. "Youko is a force of nature, but her back is not what it used to be... that's what she tells me anyway. What do you think, want to meet some of them?"
He grinned at the short girl, expectantly watching for her reaction to the place. It was a rare treat, to be able to visit a familiar merchant's facilities; usually the only contact one got with the beasts were upon buying them from small and well-tended shops... like items on a shelf, cleaned up and polished and nowhere near their usual messy, raucous selves. It had been an eye-opener for him to meet them up close like this, and realize that it took real hard work to care for any one of them. It had allowed him to look at both familiars and the people who owned them with newfound respect, even to the point where he began to consider picking one out for himself... So far he had not been able to decide what he wanted though, and it was a choice he did not want to rush. Considering the life-span of some of these creatures, it was likely that it might even survive himself - it would be a companion for life, all of his life, which made it feel as awkward and important as the eventual choice he would have to make about finding a wife...
Thank Argus that whole mess still lay many years into the future!
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Post by jekyll on Apr 13, 2017 10:57:46 GMT -6
Ink's ears twitched and she focused on the male for a moment, noting the tone in his voice and how he seemed so skeptical. The most she could do was give a sheepish sort of smile, her lips twitching upward before they faltered and she cleared her throat for a moment.
"I know. I've read plenty about them, but I do like to imagine that perhaps one day I would be able to have one as a familiar. A companion of sorts, even if they can be a bit finicky..."
She trailed a moment and realized there was a word in what he said that hadn't sunk in just yet. Palace. The little mare seemed a little surprised at that, because her brows puckered up and her nose scrunched as she tried to figure that out, pausing briefly and tilting her head. The next moment, the features all seemed to vanish, and she tried to keep her surprise more hidden. He was from the palace? She couldn't imagine why, but that was likely because most of her life had been spent in the shops and the district of Keepers. It wasn't as if it was an unnatural thing, really.
"I didn't know the palace had a flock of them..."
Though it would be fascinating to see them in person, rather than reading about them on the pages of a book.
Shaking her head a little, Inkfinity instead turned her attention to the building that they rounded, her eyes shifting up and blinking once or twice as she moved her mane from her vision. She could only glance it over before she was walking behind Ioru and inside, twisting her ears upward somewhat and focusing on what was around her. The outside betrayed how big it was inside, and she had to stop walking for a moment, her head lifting and her eyes going wide.
It looked like the place had been added on to by simply carving in to the walls of the cave itself, spanning inward, creating far more space than was shown on the outside. It was a shock, really, and she had to take a moment or two to glance around and see the familiars. The cages that held them, the sounds they made, and she breathed out, watching a cage that hung low with two smoldering eyes in it. What was that? It could have been a dragon, couldn't it? That alone made her mouth open a little wide, before she closed it again. Even in the midst of all the noise, she could only blink in surprise, looking away and back to Ioru, even through the mess of sounds that assaulted her hearing.
It seemed to quiet down at least a little, and she stepped up past the stallion, offering a rare smile on her lips.
"I would love to meet some of them. This.. this place is amazing. Do you think that Youko would let me come here with you more often? I mean.. without the shop, there's not much to do, and I would love to see familiars in person, instead of reading about them in books."
The familiars were loud and far from perfect, but they were beautiful, wild. They were everything that Ink had ever dreamed of and perhaps more. In fact, she found she wanted to come here more and more now, eager to learn about the beasts in the cages in the flesh, rather than what was written on pages. After all, reading about something and experiencing it first hand were two vastly different experiences. They always were.
Her eyes seemed to light up regardless, and she turned toward Ioru, almost dancing in the spot as joy seemed to roll over her. It was amazing, seeing all of these familiars in one place, and she wanted to get her proverbial hands on them. Wanted to touch, to talk, to get to know them. Certainly it would help her with her recent tragedy, a way to get her mind off of things.
"Can I please see them? Meet them?"
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Post by Channeling-Spirits on Apr 13, 2017 11:47:01 GMT -6
"Really? It's the biggest flock in existence, as far as I know. I hear there are supposed to be more living on the surface, but I've never seen it..."
He did not quite manage to hold back the wistful sigh at the thought; what he wouldn't give to be able to visit the surface. After seeing the starfall earlier in the season he had thought himself content, fulfilled by the magical view through the sky light... But alas, within days the longing had come back and slammed him with a craving need more intense than anything he had felt before. It had been like a drug, the aftermath leaving him more wanting than he ever were before.
If only... But some things were apparently not meant to be. Ioru pushed the thought aside and turned his focus back onto Infinity. A grin spread slowly across his face as he watched her absorb the sights and sounds around them. Her obvious happiness, the unreserved glee in her eyes just about made his day.
"I am sure she would be delighted" he said, "and I will ask her as soon as I get a chance. I had hoped she would be home today, but it does not seem to be the case... Well, next time I meet her at least. Now, let's see here..."
Basking in the warmth of her approval, Ioru looked about the raucous charges and tried to decide which animals to introduce her to first. He had noticed her glance towards the dragon, but maybe it would be better to start off with something a bit... less dangerous.
"How about you meet Rascal? Right over here."
He slipped over towards a medium sized crate that stood to the right of the door and folded up a heavy cloth that lay blanketed over the bars. Gesturing for Ink to come over and have a look, Ioru inched aside to reveal a curled up ball of white fur that huddled in a corner, from whence a pair of tufted ears and a pair of bright yellow eyes peered out. Blinking against the light, the arctic fox raised its head and sniffed the air curiously, the damp nose twitching as it sampled their scent.
"Youko doesn't usually name the animals she trade with, says she prefers to keep a mental distance. But this fellow was raised by her, he's been here for almost a year now and I think she's growing a little too attached... Come here, you," he said, and turned to the fox as he opened the crate. Proud, sometimes haughty eyes softened noticeably as the fox unfurled its limbs and slipped out of the cage, straw and dust flying every which way as it stretched and shook and began to sniff the floor around their hooves.
"You can pet him if you like, he's not shy at all."
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Post by jekyll on Apr 13, 2017 12:44:56 GMT -6
"I've read about them but I never dreamed there would be a massive flock here in the caves..."
For a moment, Ink allowed herself to think of what lay beyond the surface as well, and she found herself cringing a slight bit out of nervousness. Up there meant going out in the sun, exposing herself to the elements and blistering. The UV rays were the one thing she could not handle; her skin was far too sensitive and exposed for that, prone to agonizing blisters that would last for at least a week or two upon exposure to the sunlight. One of the many reasons she had stayed in the shop during the daylight hours, when the natural light would filter in through the holes in the cavern ceiling. She had learned at an early age to avoid those warm rays of light, no matter how tempting they were. It wasn't worth the pain to her.
Shaking her head, she drew herself back to reality and looked up at Ioru again, offering a small smile once more, feeling the delight bubble up in her chest. Would she be able to come here? Part of her felt like a filly all over again, the eagerness swarming her insides and making her almost giddy feeling. She put a tamper down on it though, not wanting to seem overwhelming, and her ears went back as she cleared her throat instead, offering a twitch of her lips that edged toward the smallest but most sincere smile she could muster.
She kept silent, but she did look curious, following after the stallion and lifting her head, her tail dragging behind her, the singed ends of it curling and frayed. At least she no longer looked the sooty mess she had been when she had first escaped. When she had merely stood there in the street and watched it all burn down with a sense of numbness in her being. It had been horrifying, and something that she would never forget in her life.
Ink pushed the thought away, instead peeking around the stallion toward a crate that was covered. She furrowed her brows, blue eyes curious as she stepped around, and she took in a breath when she saw what lay underneath. A bright ball of white, with yellow eyes, peeking out at her, and she released the breath with a soft noise to accompany it, her mouth opening a little.
"He's an arctic fox?"
She'd heard of them, never really seen them even in the familiar vending areas. But perhaps it was because she had hardly wandered about them when they were closing up nearing night fall hours.
Inkfinity stepped back a little, her hooves shying away from the creature as he stepped out, and she admired the long fur on his body, how warm he seemed, the long limbs and tail, the fluff of his fur. He was certainly gorgeous, she had to admit that, and upon permission, she lowered her head, carefully running her nose against his neck and back. He was softer than he looked, and she released a pleased noise, her lips curling upward as she lifted her head.
"This is.. amazing. He's much softer than I ever thought he would be. Even the books can't put it into words."
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