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It felt right that the Golden seemed treated with respect, appreciation and honor. For he radiated the kind of influence that made her want to smile at him and accept his words for truth. Maren hadn't exactly heard what the black colt had said. Had simply been rubbing the insides of her ears with her flexible, ticklish feathers, as the words must have flown right out of the other ear once sounds had entered. So the only mare in the gathering blinked unknowingly as the Golden Prince jumped forward with a shout of order and domination. Long fluttering eyelashes under imaginary eyebrows raised up by surprise. Unlike her, Cera seemed to have heard all the words perfectly clear, and he must have found the heat of the Holy Flames in -sure enough-himself as the flames flared higher, fueled by a few careless lines from the child. The tigermare moved her soundlessly fluttering flash-lights (her eyes) to the sinner: The black colt. While looking at him, she questioned the innocence which the young were supposed to always carried with them - until they grew up and decided to not need it anymore. She could only wish that she'd never done that. However, Maren's observant brain decided that the words could not have been feminine-friendly, and she had to retain her wings so that they wouldn't slow-clap in appreciation of Cera's efforts - because hooray for disciplining all-that was-to-young-to-understand what roamed this wicked, wicked world. They would so much need all the guidance after all, which made her wish they would just embrace all them Old's knowledge and analyze it. For it could make a difference in repeating past mistakes. But even though they hadn't found the precise necessity for any kind of education yet; they would be thankful later for all that was said and done in the past - But only when they had grown old already and had the seeds of their own wisdom finally sprouted and grown. Then they would understand the world and all that came with it - or let's hope at least a tiny bit better.
She had faith in kids like this to get themselves together eventually. However, death - killing, was a touchy subject. All old and understanding of it could simply not let a child speak so easily of it; as if it was nothing more than simple fun and games. So Maren did not laugh, for it was serious business. Just like the child she had met some days earlier, the tigermare did not understand how a young colt like him could already be thinking of weapons, killing and armor. Then again, it might just be this generation and her silent upbringing that made her judge the way she did. For if it had been her, she would have given him no more than a toy to play with, until his mind had grown up a little bit more. But alas, this was not her playground to bully kids around in... It was Cera's. So she let him while keeping up and nodding to his words in her head. "Thank you", she spoke to Cera in a soft voice. "I appreciate it."
Then she told him about the armor; told him it had to be lightweight and that it had to at least cover her shoulders, crest, dock and canons - And if he had the time she would've loved some slight detailing... But not to much. Nay.
@[cera] || Notes: sorry for the petty post ; ^ ; just wanted to have this up tonight <3 || Wordcount: || "talking" ||
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[O] strike the metal, hear it ring [armor for any]
