[The choice of position was a smart one on Ren's part. The moment a voice cuts through her dark reverie, her back leg twitches, muscles in her flank tense, hoof almost lifts off the floor. Her more human half is more tightly controlled, but the equine half... it's screaming terrified to anyone with horse sense.
It is difficult to turn her head, captivated in the most awful of ways by the infinite seeming black, but she cannot be left vulnerable in this strange place, and so she forces it, turning her dark gaze towards the man (man?) who had spoken.
Beautiful, he says. Hah-]
No one has.
[Or... should have. In her time, in her world... the idea of such things beyond the sky... they were the ravings of mad men. And now her.]
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It is difficult to turn her head, captivated in the most awful of ways by the infinite seeming black, but she cannot be left vulnerable in this strange place, and so she forces it, turning her dark gaze towards the man (man?) who had spoken.
Beautiful, he says. Hah-]
No one has.
[Or... should have. In her time, in her world... the idea of such things beyond the sky... they were the ravings of mad men. And now her.]