In the chaos of his inner turmoil a brindled mare that addressed her Lord and dragged Sacre’s attention begrudgingly away from his friend joined the gathering. His eyes brushed over her and a spark of recognition lit up causing a frown upon his brow as he leafed through memories to find where she was hidden in his past. It had been a cold day and the ground had frozen over, he was just a babe attempting to ice skate (not very well) when a dark filly shows up. Back in the present, the same similar eyes turned to their party and gave a short introduction. Rhiannon! A crooked smile curled onto the boys lips as he recognized the name and marvelled at her position at such a young age. The same thought caused him to think that perhaps he was the lesser talented of his generation with nothing but one failed stint at a grand title that never really suited him.
He turned to the other tattooed fellow who added to the unnerving atmosphere with his darkly delivered words and roved his eyes towards Tandavi. Concerned, Sacre shifted his body to try brush against her precious side as Inari padded over to sit by her forelegs, his tail moving to curl around one. The boy troubled himself over matters of his own inadequacy, there wasn’t much else he could do, he had no fancy tricks and he wasn’t very intimidating. In fact, he was a rather pathetic stamp of a colt that paled in comparison to fuller and more foreboding stallions. Perhaps it would be better if Tandavi looked for another more reliable and impressive looking friend who didn't look like a rabbit in front of a pack of wolves. "I think you’d find them more useful than us." He hastily replied, his youth missed the black humoured edge and he lacked his father’s well honed, quick tongue.
Gathering the scraps of his foolhardy courage, Sacre considered the questions before him and turned to Deimos. "A simple flag would suffice." The task was simple enough and hopefully it wouldn’t take too long. With an uncomfortable shuffle of his cloven feet the colt wished he could leave now, but there was one other matter that needed to be covered. "What do you want in return?"
@[Tandavi]
There's something wretched about this
Something so precious about this
❚ Force permitted!
❚ Please tag me!