The little pink is almost demanding when she starts giving orders to the much bulkier -- and much scarier -- creature of color. For a moment the hybrid considers refusing to do as she has asked, but almost as soon as the thought crosses her mind she immediately deems it useless. Arrogance and superiority will win her no battles here, and she desperately needs a healer.

Even as the maiden moves to the stream that the doe has so kindly pointed out to her, the area surrounding the gash starts to itch, as if on cue. She lashes a dark hoof at the ground to dispel the sensation, but quickly enters the water that the girl is standing next to. At first the bird offers her a reproachful stare -- just what the hell is she doing standing there? -- but then suddenly she realizes that the roan has started speaking. The cunning woman notes that he is acting rather skittish around them all, and asking many questions. Cocking an ear back to listen to the Indian, a dark sense of delight sparks in her breast. Finally, someone who can match her bitter tones! It has been moons since she has conversed with someone as bereft of niceties as she. It is somewhat enlightening to find that she is not the only one with the horrible attitude around here.

As the bathing Aztec catches the words that are being offered back and forth, she holds her rather blunt -- and often distasteful -- tongue so as not to interrupt. The maiden has been quite vocal as of late, and it has not earned her very much in return. The loud bird is slowly realizing that staying silent and gathering information can be as valuable as voicing your own opinion and declaring war; this is an excellent opportunity to apply the former to her current discussion. Isn't this what Czarina wants me to do? Gather information?

Orange eyes dart back and forth between speakers while towering pillars bend. The water is refreshing on her sweat- and blood-stained architecture, and it is especially sweet on such a warm day. It is shocking, at first, to feel the cold against her wound, but it relieves the maiden of her itch, and so she does not complain. What she can complain about, however, is how she has noticed that the paint only sings her bitter song when addressing the Chieftess. This simply will not do, but she will have to deal with it later. The other women have finally shut up, and the bird wishes to speak now.

Snapping a head in the direction of the pink, she asks -- yes! Not even demanding! -- "What will you have me do now?" Waiting for further instruction is a tedious task, and the doe has been given her chance to speak. The hybrid ignores the Indian for now, and her next words concern the stallion. "If there is anything you need to know about this land, it is to accept an offer when it is given to you." An orange gaze narrows as memories of her first expedition here flood the woman's mind. "You seem to have quite the appeal, and so receiving offers should not be difficult. You know who we are now, and where we reside. It is up to you to choose where you will go." A flick of green feathers, and a shrug of emerald shoulders. This information is as new to her as it is to him. She has only ever learned of the Foothills, and now the Falls. The idea of a unicorn-specific herd intrigues the cunning vixen. She will have to speak with Seele about this later.

"I have never heard of these other lands before, but I can tell you about my own. We are as secretive as our title suggests. We are as strong as we are productive. And we are as passionate as we are inviting." At this last word, she casts a challenging gaze to the painted lady. In honesty, the color-stained beast has no idea what she was talking about, in regards to the mental state of herd. "We are no loony bin. We are all perfectly capable, able-bodied citizens."

There, now let that sink in. Finished with her speech, the bird rises from the stream and fans her wings out to dry. At least she is clean, if not well again. Perhaps if the roan were to accompany her back to the Falls, she could briefly show him the tropical land and find herself a real healer. But for now, this one will do just fine.


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@[Harley]