Gaea's spine rests beneath her, shudders, trembles with reverence, veneration, allows anchors to latch into her frame and dent her surface, hollow the sooty sweet flesh from her frame and leave claw marks in her passing. The colossus follows the Knight into his Kingdom, finds it to be not so different from her own Kingdom in Elysia. A paradise, and if there is one thing the Princess has learned it is that paradises's are often but masks at which the bloodied assassins hide behind, a routine, a usage with which to bear the weight of their sins. That being said, the Princess feels the tension strike cords beneath her bones, she has followed the Knight into his Palace, and perhaps it is not so wise to be surrounded by those she knows not of and has every reason to believe would attempt to break her skull and pillage her bones. What reason does the Princess have to be dependent upon these King's and Queens that she is told of, what reason does she have to believe in the people, to trust the commoners, to trust, to share her devotion? She has come to this land in search of her sister, not for the warm home and hearth, not for a bellyful of drink and a safe bed. She has come to find the rest of the Daughter's, to complete the circle she has entrusted her entire life to.

The green knight glances behind him to her location, and she is tempted to frown and grimace at his stare. Does he concern himself with her? She is the Daughter of Earth, she needs not his worry. The idiot, moron, likely wishes to stroke her ego with sweet words and a tough exterior, if only to get in her metaphorical pants. Men. She's not some pretty dame to look back upon in battle, does he want to hold her hand on the way to the field of war and shield her from the sight of blood? What next act is to come, to tell her she is to stay home and cook the meal for the family? A snort of the derision wants to escape from her throat, yet she holds it back with a rope and tether. She's a Warrior as well, a force to be reckoned with, and she is no housewife that takes care of the mutt, feeds, clothes, bathes, puts to sleep the children, she is no delicate flower that shrieks at the snap of a nail. She is a woman, and has as much right to fight in the war as he. She would see if he dared to bring up her femininity, and if he did, she would give him a good whack on the side of the head as a reminder of her lacking of need for him to be there.
He didn't.

Instead he welcomes her to the Foothills, and she jerks her dome a little in a nod. The Earth Princess values actions more then words, finds no good reason why she should respond to him with them, and waits for more flowing words to escape his maw. Do all equines talk so much in this land?
It seems as if the divines have given her a response, as the man seems to scream his calls into the air. A puff of air escapes her nostrils now, the Princess thinks the God's must be laughing at her predicament. The Girl of Silence is stuck with the Singing Equine of Conversation.
She should be glad, she supposes, as she listens to the names he rattles off distantly, none of them except the first pair bringing her any recognition. The Princess has been around far more talkative equines then this lad, after all.
The poor man has picked a hard shell to crack with this warrior.

She is brought back to the current situation when he speaks to her once more, she stares at him for several more seconds. Was she wondering..
Did Solace think she was too stupid to ask her own questions? A ox? A sheep, who follows it's shepherd, bleating out it's queries? She does not wonder, she is the Daughter of Earth, a Princess of Elysia, she is well accustomed to the ways of royalty and the ways of politics. If she wanted to know, she would ask him, she does not dance along like some dumbstruck woman with a wide-eyed expression and gentle, stuttering voice. She yearns to tell him off, to tell him she's not a fool, but she doesn't, and instead the flat-toned, deep baritone flows out of her maw for the first time since stepping over the border of the Foothills land.
"Okay."
And then silence befalls her once more.