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09-27-2014, 01:53 AM
Hipolyta shifted slightly as he persisted to ask further. Rather than answer she simply shrugged her shoulders and looked out beyond the treeline. She pondered for a long moment what lay beyond and perhaps she may have discovered somewhere worth claiming as her own. Maybe she had found her plac to build her own legacy and story. They wouldn’t know her for her sisters or her mother’s history, but, her own. At the same time, leadership sounded cumbersome. Yes she would see what lay beyond this forest and what other paths could lay before her feet beyond this land.
“I’m a tired wanderer… You?” She asked her eyes locking upon Midas. Of course she wouldn’t be foolish enough trust the stallion. “Tell me about this place. It’s not a coincidence you’ve wandered here?” There was an evident suspicion. The mare scented somewhere else on this stallion, but there was no telling where it was due to the strangeness of this land. She twitched the tip of her tail left and right and one ear switched toward the back of her head as she anticipated an answer. At best she could glean some information from this Midas and be on her way, leave behind a strange stallion. Some may view such suspicions as prejudice, but Hippolyta had seen the foulness that ran through a man’s blood. Didn’t they often live in a patriarchal world? Would it be ridiculous to inquire the status of equality in this land? Ah ,she had no time to waste to listen in on the plights of women from the mouth of a man.
@[Midas]
“I’m a tired wanderer… You?” She asked her eyes locking upon Midas. Of course she wouldn’t be foolish enough trust the stallion. “Tell me about this place. It’s not a coincidence you’ve wandered here?” There was an evident suspicion. The mare scented somewhere else on this stallion, but there was no telling where it was due to the strangeness of this land. She twitched the tip of her tail left and right and one ear switched toward the back of her head as she anticipated an answer. At best she could glean some information from this Midas and be on her way, leave behind a strange stallion. Some may view such suspicions as prejudice, but Hippolyta had seen the foulness that ran through a man’s blood. Didn’t they often live in a patriarchal world? Would it be ridiculous to inquire the status of equality in this land? Ah ,she had no time to waste to listen in on the plights of women from the mouth of a man.
@[Midas]
