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07-16-2014, 12:00 PM
take a look in the mirror - see the truth in your face More often than not, the actions of others are lost on the golden mare for the simple fact that she is too caught up in her own thoughts and desires to lend much concern to how others are taking it in. Having grown used to the blunt and often ruthless nature of those she shared the mountain with had only further ingrained her lack of concern for the lacking or excess of manners and etiquette that existed in others. The only time a lack of grace was discovered by the Lady was if it was a series that had drawn offense from her or if it was one which desperately needed tact to flow smoothly – it was why she had looked at the drunken delegate from the Falls with such reservation and dislike. Chernobyl, however, did not pretend to be a giver of great flowing words, and the bitch could easily accept these things of her. She observes the rise of a smile cross the dark mare’s lips as they arrive, muttering some unheard phrase to the massive metal beasts that Ulrik had created and the Gilded Blade as giddy as ever to see yet another look upon them for the first time, endlessly proud of her idea and the Engineer’s craftsmanship and firmly believing that the presence of the sentinels further bolstered the Basin as a grand leader among the herds of Helovia. To look at them is to see her victory, a hold of four kingdoms wearing crowns and she the Queen of it all, weak River Walker’s skull at her hooves and the others slaving away in the mines to satisfy the Lady’s need for beautiful and powerful things. The realization that the conversation was ending was a pleasant one for the Lady, indeed, so used to long, drawn out explanations of the world as it stood at the present time to those arriving or returning home and elated to find that she will have extra time to teach her son – perhaps even the winged deviant she had been manipulated into allowing home with her and to suckle from her teats. "If you have no further inquiries, it is my pleasure to allow you to carry forward with your homecoming," she says with a smile, nodding politely as the words flow from her, "Zikar-Sin haunts the caves or the Mirror. He’s small, but hard to miss with that monocle of his." She laughs in good humor at the odd little Haruspex, hoping that Chernobyl finds him as endearing as she herself does. |
