Bellona
Beauty may be skin deep
But cruelty goes clear to the bone

A look of distaste flashes across the bold mare's crown at the earthen stallion's lack of speech. She briefly wonders if she has stumbled upon another idiot who, like the babe in the Threshold, took too long to respond to the haughty bird and ultimately caused her to lose her patience. Even now, the hybrid is starting to feel the all-to-familiar prick of annoyance stabbing at her chest. The painted boy should consider himself lucky for the maiden is far too stubborn to desert him just yet. Her new company is speaking of magic and other impossible things, and she yearns for more information on the subject. She has been unable to make contact with the spirits since her arrival here, but is that because of the magic that he speaks of? Perhaps this land is not so useless after all.

A hot burst of air escapes her lips in an unamused snort, and chocolate hooves shift as she contemplates this idea. The bird is about to snap at the towering beast again when her thick green locks are lifted from her neck, signalling the arrival of another winged woman. The Aztec swings her head around as her hair drapes down across her eyes and obscures her vision. The beauty shakes out her body, starting from her nose and working down to her tail, in order to begin anew. Her hard stare softens to a curious gaze when it rests on the golden girl, and the sight of her helps the hybrid to make up her mind. No, she will not berate the stallion for his mute tone and unintelligible nodding. He has been adequate company so far, and the chieftess is in no mood to make enemies. The brute doesn't look like he will make for an exciting battle anyway, but an interesting conversation... Now that is another thing.

Flicking her head in greeting to the metal-tipped pegasus, the blunt warrior forgets her manners entirely when she says, "Bellona. Not her." Her voice is almost as deep as a brute's, and slightly reprimanding. The peahen does not know how to be kind, and the discomfort that is plain to see in the tobiano's movements is encouraging her to be cruel.

"The Edge? That sounds like a horrid place. How do you live there if you have no wings to catch you, then?" It is probably rude to interrupt the reunion occurring between the pegasus and the equine, but Bellona really doesn't care. She has her own interests to attend to. She really doesn't care about where the crafter lives. There is only one place that she wishes to reside in, and she is feeling far too bitter about her search for the Foothills to speak with these strangers about it. It is better to distract her angry thoughts by asking more questions, and this time she directs them to the young lady. "And you. What do you know of magic? I've never heard of it."



"Talk talk talk."

@[Ranjiri]