( the whinnying draws her out of her self-imposed shell, more than anything else here in thorne is capable of doing.
pegasi and horses have some distinctive differences, but whether they are bound to the earth or most at home in the skies, they are magnificent creatures. strong, loyal, resilient, and undoubtedly beautiful. stirring restlessly in the stables because of the raging storm doesn't make them any less powerful. as much as the romans are renowned for placing strength above all else, reyna doesn't respect much of anything or anyone, existing wholly with an absence of fear. she's come to embrace the idea that flaws are what temper true heroes. without those weaknesses, they can't learn and then they can't grow, and they certainly can't understand anyone else around them.
( and she is trying to understand why she's been chosen, why the gods β it's easier to attribute being snatched to their schemes than mages β have pulled her away from camp, away from her duty, away from everyone and everything familiar. the important thing to note is that she isn't sitting around feeling sorry for herself; she hasn't before against overwhelming facts and she won't succumb now. )
reyna takes a deep breath and approaches a stall calmly, impressing a sense of compassion and peace towards every horse in the stables. she doesn't know if lord pegasus' blessing lingers on her in this strange new world, announcing her as 'horse friend' or not, but she does know that she means them no harm, and she will lend each of them her strength if she can. a comforting tether β a tie to the earth, a warm hand above the muzzle, courage to persevere. that's what she hopes it translate as because she doesn't know the words to the magic that weaves through thorne. not yet.
before she can well and truly focus up and sap her own reserves by lending it to the horses, she's distinctly aware of someone smacking into a wall nearby. she ducks and creeps around first, instinct schooling her into a practiced reflex to observe prior to leaping into the fray. but, it's just some guy.
...some guy that is giving nico di angelo a run for his money in crippling vision fun times.
reyna moves thoughtlessly, going to him in case he has the stupid urge to collapse and grabs him by the shoulders ( maybe under the arms if he's seriously tipping ). she attempts to jostle whatever's overtaking him with a light shake and an insistent voice. )
Hey. You have toβ ( is he even listening? is anybody home upstairs? ) Snap out of it.
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pegasi and horses have some distinctive differences, but whether they are bound to the earth or most at home in the skies, they are magnificent creatures. strong, loyal, resilient, and undoubtedly beautiful. stirring restlessly in the stables because of the raging storm doesn't make them any less powerful. as much as the romans are renowned for placing strength above all else, reyna doesn't respect much of anything or anyone, existing wholly with an absence of fear. she's come to embrace the idea that flaws are what temper true heroes. without those weaknesses, they can't learn and then they can't grow, and they certainly can't understand anyone else around them.
( and she is trying to understand why she's been chosen, why the gods β it's easier to attribute being snatched to their schemes than mages β have pulled her away from camp, away from her duty, away from everyone and everything familiar. the important thing to note is that she isn't sitting around feeling sorry for herself; she hasn't before against overwhelming facts and she won't succumb now. )
reyna takes a deep breath and approaches a stall calmly, impressing a sense of compassion and peace towards every horse in the stables. she doesn't know if lord pegasus' blessing lingers on her in this strange new world, announcing her as 'horse friend' or not, but she does know that she means them no harm, and she will lend each of them her strength if she can. a comforting tether β a tie to the earth, a warm hand above the muzzle, courage to persevere. that's what she hopes it translate as because she doesn't know the words to the magic that weaves through thorne. not yet.
before she can well and truly focus up and sap her own reserves by lending it to the horses, she's distinctly aware of someone smacking into a wall nearby. she ducks and creeps around first, instinct schooling her into a practiced reflex to observe prior to leaping into the fray. but, it's just some guy.
...some guy that is giving nico di angelo a run for his money in crippling vision fun times.
reyna moves thoughtlessly, going to him in case he has the stupid urge to collapse and grabs him by the shoulders ( maybe under the arms if he's seriously tipping ). she attempts to jostle whatever's overtaking him with a light shake and an insistent voice. )
Hey. You have toβ ( is he even listening? is anybody home upstairs? ) Snap out of it.