ask no questions

She doesn’t know Pip, actually. She just has a habit of walking around like she owns the place, giving an air of confidence that she has no business actually having. But if you act like you own the place, people tend to think you do, and that almost always works out in your favor. If you act confident, you feel confident, and truthfully, she is always confident. It’s hard not to be when you literally can’t die. Even when she’s shitting bricks in a fight and doubting her ability to win (she’s actually pretty great at losing) she can at least make her opponents think that she’s totally a-okay and she’s got it all under control.

The little pipsqueak answers her a dumb way, and she can’t help but roll her eyes slightly. “Then what are you doing here? That’s generally what everyone is doing in the Threshold. Either offering a home or looking for one. And if you are looking for one, then that’s a terrible way to get invited.” She can be nice, really, but generally she has little tolerance for ridiculousness that isn’t fun. And this doesn’t seem fun. Fun is blood, sex or drugs. Or all three.

Then he introduces himself as part of the Dragon’s Throat, and she can’t really see a way in which he’s not trying to recruit right now and she’d really just like to say I told you so. But she keeps her mouth shut, because, yes, she can be nice. Or nice-ish. When it suits her. “No, we are definitely not in cahoots. This just happens to be Helovia’s Threshold, were new horses end up when they get here. Usually you get attacked less literally by recruiters from herds.” She rolls her shoulders in something of a shrug, biting her tongue on many of the sassy remarks that come to mind, keeping her focus on the pale stallion instead.

Raven, for his part, keeps his beady black eyes on the little stallion, wary of more possibly mud bombs and waiting to alert Weaver should they need to stop another attack. Raven does not like to get dirty, because he does not like being forced into taking a bath. The hot springs in the Basin were easily one of his least favorite places, and he hated just how much Weaver enjoyed them. “Weaver, from the Aurora Basin in the north. We have some pretty solid warriors too, if that’s your thing, but there’s plenty of other stuff to do too.”

- weaver -

and you'll be told no lies