Petty priestess-puns aside, the mare seemed to enjoy herself, she noticed, as something which could count as a smile swept over the strangers lips. Maren answered it with an extra blink with her white lashes under a slight frown.
"Indeed"
...Okay, the thought following up after the single word had tossed and turned a couple of times inside her head. But the girl with the wolf re-opened her mouth. Her eyebrows rose slightly, grew curious for what kind of interesting things the mare was about to fill up her inside storage of wisdom with now. Then everything became clear. A light chuckle left her curling lips as her wings relaxed and dropped to hang lazily next to her cheeks. "Ah, welcome, then. With the invasion still fresh in our minds we are all still a bit... on edge." She smiled silently, but secretly content about her own idiotic but subtle wit. The tigermare nodded once at both. "Essetia... Romul," she tried the names with her foreign tongue. "My name is...-"
Maren's distracted ears swiftly swung around into the direction of the new arrival. It was a girl from her own family, one whose name she had forgotten - But it wasn't important now, as the mare was dragging her left wing alongside her; wounded. "There wasn't anything going on", she murmured under her breath as she watched the fallen soldier crawl closer. What happened to her? Where they getting invaded? Has she been attacked while on patrol?
But the girl was smiling happily and greeting them with enthusiasm, so either she was retarded or what happened to her wasn't important enough to discuss - or so the flaxen chestnut mare seemed to think. ...Okay,she thought a second time, creating a thoughtful frown. "This is Essetia and her companion Romul. They will be," she couldn't look at Astrasza without gaping at her wound. "Joining our family," she concluded distracted. The diviner cleared her throat, not very subtly moving onto a new topic. "How was... Patrol?" Question-marks continued flickering like neon signs in her suspicious narrowed eyes. Whatever it was, this girl would be needing a key.
But in the back of her mind she had already started boiling the familiar soup of doubt concerning the magic bridge. For what if Maren hadn't been here - or hadn't been able to provide her a key? The grounded bird would've been locked out of her home; wounded and in need of help she wouldn't be able to get. So as her eyes drifted along with her speculations, the priestess clenched her teeth.
Talking
Notes: @[Astrasza], @[Essetia]
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