Zarina sighs softly as she wraps herself in his mane. She is aware of her bonded's thoughts and emotions, though she has long since become adept at separating them from her own. She has found that he is prone to fits of depression, mostly tied to his upbringing and his perceived failures in the modern day, and as her attempts to cheer him have always been met with a certain brusque irritability, she has given up. In fact, she has found that a good nap is almost always a cure for her half of his rages. It may not help him at all, but at least she doesn't have to listen to him anymore.
When the painted sleuth appears, the Specter shifts to face him, forcing a somewhat neutral expression onto his maw. "Hamaliel," he greets the stallion in a short bark, his restlessness showing even through his practiced courtier's facade. "It's been a while. Is there ought of interest in Helovia? I know of the floating island and the illusion of peace - but I fear there is war lingering on the horizon, as ever."
"more words."
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