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08-12-2014, 03:15 PM
 The disgust on the shaggy beast's face is apparent, and the winged one just doesn't seem to care. The only approval that she seeked was that of the equine at her side. She has already declared the bird to be beautiful, and that affirmation alone is capable of deflecting any disapproving glares from the ram. If anything, his cruel behaviour justifies the maiden's own bitter mood. She has a right to be pissed off with him now, and she is not afraid of showing it.
The teal and green feathers at her wither flicker to and fro; a proud head is thrown up in the air, causing flaming eyes to roll. As much as the shaggy unicorn's actions intrigue her so, she does not want to make her interest in him apparent. The primitive woman grunts and switches her gaze to a flapping banner. The icy colored thing flaps in the wind, providing a suitable distraction for the warrior as the engineer goes about his tinkering. After some time has passed and staring at that godforsaken flag has become tiresome, the Aztec turns her head to find that not one, but two little items have found a home in the paint's basket. She is impressed to see that the scorpion has resumed its cacophony of whirs and clicks. Her thoughts, however, say otherwise. Well would you look at that. The sheep can make toys, too! It seems that the shaggy creature's trade might be enough to win the Sunshower's affections, but it certainly is not enough for the peahen. Not that she cares to make friends with someone who blatantly ignores her like how he is doing right now. The restless vixen turns a suspicious eye to the Queen, silently urging her to abandon their bitter company. As much as the bird yearns to turn the woman away from this place, she realizes that she is the unwelcome party here and that it is not her place to do so. Instead of causing trouble like she is so prone to do, the hybrid pulls her wings tightly against her sides to prepare for the inevitable: a long, boring conversation that she is none too welcome to. If this is my punishment for trying to be nice, so be it. "Sed interdum rutrum urna, sed pellentesque sapien tempor in." Quisque iaculis dapibus fermentum. BellonA
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