As if it wasn’t bad enough for the silent mare to have had to gain approval from one (presumably) judgmental pegasus when she had first arrived in the Dragon’s Throat, it seemed that now their leadership was changing entirely. Where she had once been accepted by Ampere, the then-Gladiator, there was now a commanding brute of a stallion who made the mare nervous. It wasn’t his fault, of course, but she hadn’t had the best of experiences with anyone aside from perhaps Maren and, more recently, Cera, so she was notably wary. But she had to admit, she was more comfortable around the wingless, hornless Volterra than she was around, say… Aithniel.
The newly crowned Sultana and the plain equine mare had never met, but already Xolani was in awe of the demi-goddess. She was colored beautifully, with subtle pops of color on an otherwise pleasantly colored pelt. Hers would have been a desirable appearance in Xolani’s homeland, where social status had everything to do with what one looked like. Not only was her coloration of the sort that the silent mare would deem the highest class, but the mare was both horned and winged – something that was remarkably rare where Xolani came from. So when the mare called a herd meeting, the silent equine was understandably nervous.
In any case, she came, and what she heard did little to quell her fears. It wasn’t that Aithniel did or said anything that should have made the silent little equine nervous, but the Inquisitor’s no-nonsense attitude left Xolani feeling particularly useless. She was a mute apostle of the Sun – what use was she going to be in a failing herd without a voice? But this was her home, and she would do anything that she could to make sure that it thrived.
Thoughts.
OOC | Xolani is awkward, blargh. >.>
I won't give up; no, I won't give in till I reach the end and then I'll start again.
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