It looks like she's been around animals before in a practical setting at least. Gaia shows no signs of impatience or that this foal is something more than just a baby. Firm and gentle. But unbeknownst to her, she's freed by a meeting of the eyes.
Another matter to her credit is that she shows no real signs of discomfort tucking the now slightly drooled on ends of her scarf under her jacket and zipping things up further. Oh yes. And her hair gets tucked under. Let's not leave that out as a tempting target.
"I got off the trolley because I was interested in the scenery," Gaia responds firmly. There might be a trace of barbs to her phrasing, though it's mild and showing signs of an effort to keep her attitude contained. "Though I did forget there seems to be only one per line."
Her admittance is accompanied by a slight scowl at her own follow and a glance toward the direction the vehicle had gone.
"Well, I don't mind walking for a time if it comes to that. And I can follow the rails themselves." She can also transport herself short distances back the way she came from but she's hardly going to admit such an ability to a stranger.
In truth she can go far further but isn't totally aware she's had her abilities restored to near their full potential.
Once more she turns to face the taller man. It isn't defiance, but she does challenge this perception that there's nothing to see.
"I won't say my outfit isn't the best for exploring, no. But I can manage." At least the boots she's chosen aren't full on heels. And besides, her prior outfit was worse. Currently, she seems to be carrying little other than clothes on her back and a small side-slung satchel which is likely meant for foraging; blessedly not a purse. No sign of weapons.
"I take it by Stonhyrr, you mean that massive fort in the distance? I can certainly stay away from it, if that's your meaning." Inasmuch as 'following the tracks' might lead her if she chooses to follow the trolley's direction itself rather than go back.
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Another matter to her credit is that she shows no real signs of discomfort tucking the now slightly drooled on ends of her scarf under her jacket and zipping things up further. Oh yes. And her hair gets tucked under. Let's not leave that out as a tempting target.
"I got off the trolley because I was interested in the scenery," Gaia responds firmly. There might be a trace of barbs to her phrasing, though it's mild and showing signs of an effort to keep her attitude contained. "Though I did forget there seems to be only one per line."
Her admittance is accompanied by a slight scowl at her own follow and a glance toward the direction the vehicle had gone.
"Well, I don't mind walking for a time if it comes to that. And I can follow the rails themselves." She can also transport herself short distances back the way she came from but she's hardly going to admit such an ability to a stranger.
In truth she can go far further but isn't totally aware she's had her abilities restored to near their full potential.
Once more she turns to face the taller man. It isn't defiance, but she does challenge this perception that there's nothing to see.
"I won't say my outfit isn't the best for exploring, no. But I can manage." At least the boots she's chosen aren't full on heels. And besides, her prior outfit was worse. Currently, she seems to be carrying little other than clothes on her back and a small side-slung satchel which is likely meant for foraging; blessedly not a purse. No sign of weapons.
"I take it by Stonhyrr, you mean that massive fort in the distance? I can certainly stay away from it, if that's your meaning." Inasmuch as 'following the tracks' might lead her if she chooses to follow the trolley's direction itself rather than go back.