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03-26-2017, 07:34 PM
She relieved he’s not some honorable bugger like her General who takes offense at the very first quip. She likes Erebos, actually, but she finds she’s been busy watching her tongue lately. Around him, and just about everyone else. Except maybe Beloved, who just cackles strangely and doesn’t seem too likely to judge Weaver. But this stallion is fun, even if he’s taking a whole lot of credit for her smiles and her playful demeanor. Let him take credit, as long as she gets to have a little fun. Because behaving all the time sort of sucks.
It’s probably why she likes to fight. It’s like a free license to do the things you are otherwise not supposed to do. An excuse to beat things up and break normal decorum that actually rewarded. She’s even got some magic now to help her fight, which she needs, because she’s small and rather weak, all things considered. The only thing that makes her a decent fighter is the fact she can’t die, and she’ll throw herself into any situation without pause.
This is not a fight, and it’s not necessarily frowned upon either, but it’s equally as fun.
Raven is entirely un-amused by whatever is happening between Weaver and this new stallion, though he radiates pleasure when Rhodoc catches is eye and offers a hello. He caws slightly, and then returns to being completely un-amused by the entire thing. Then his name rolls out of her mouth, long and low, like he’s tasting the sound of it. She lets him carry on until they get to the meat of the conversation.
“Aren’t we all?” she says, stepping closing, closing the distance between them slightly until she’s beginning to encroach on what would be considered personal space. Her words are smoky, drawn out just a bit to let them linger longer. “Of course it’s with me. I’m not selfless enough to let a catch like you go so easily. I live in the mountains to the north, in a place called the Aurora Basin. They have an affinity toward unicorns there, so you’ll fit right in.” He’ll fit in anyway, with the odd collection of priceless works of art they’ve got up there. Yea, that sounds about right. There’s not really a better way to describe the Basin.
It’s probably why she likes to fight. It’s like a free license to do the things you are otherwise not supposed to do. An excuse to beat things up and break normal decorum that actually rewarded. She’s even got some magic now to help her fight, which she needs, because she’s small and rather weak, all things considered. The only thing that makes her a decent fighter is the fact she can’t die, and she’ll throw herself into any situation without pause.
This is not a fight, and it’s not necessarily frowned upon either, but it’s equally as fun.
Raven is entirely un-amused by whatever is happening between Weaver and this new stallion, though he radiates pleasure when Rhodoc catches is eye and offers a hello. He caws slightly, and then returns to being completely un-amused by the entire thing. Then his name rolls out of her mouth, long and low, like he’s tasting the sound of it. She lets him carry on until they get to the meat of the conversation.
“Aren’t we all?” she says, stepping closing, closing the distance between them slightly until she’s beginning to encroach on what would be considered personal space. Her words are smoky, drawn out just a bit to let them linger longer. “Of course it’s with me. I’m not selfless enough to let a catch like you go so easily. I live in the mountains to the north, in a place called the Aurora Basin. They have an affinity toward unicorns there, so you’ll fit right in.” He’ll fit in anyway, with the odd collection of priceless works of art they’ve got up there. Yea, that sounds about right. There’s not really a better way to describe the Basin.
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