Peculiar. Indeed she was, but only because she never had conformed to social norms. Korra didn’t possess a lot of social skills; she was often awkward and difficult to approach. Not a great conversationalist, not very compassionate or charmingly mischievous. Femininity and grace were unbeknownst to her, as was custom in her homelands, and she saw herself as a complete equal to any stallion she’d happen to stumble upon. She was honest, and like any great warrior she was aware of her flaws. Sure the savage had her pride, but arrogance was foreign to her – having too much faith in your own capabilities could very well end up killing you. Her wary nature did not allow such stupidity.

The barbarian peered at Mauja’s alabaster frame. The pale steed was one of the few individuals with whom she could communicate effortlessly; she still wasn’t a chatterbox, but actual conversations had been known to happen between them. Korra had been used to only relying on herself for her whole life, but something that was beginning to look like trust had grown between the two; her alliance was clear and her faith in the cause as honest as her common looks. He was her liege, her king, and she respected him; but she wouldn’t kiss the ground before his hooves. She didn’t have to; Mauja knew exactly where he had her.

Like she had expected, the stranger stallion didn’t greet her with a warm heart. It was good; warm hearts had no business in The Plague. It was true she had no horn on her forehead, but her unicorn lineage was undeniable, and purer than most. Her blood was primal, but it was clean as the driven snow, thanks to her homeland’s seclusion from the rest of the world. The savage listened in silence as her commander uttered his description of World’s Edge. The treacherous land held a special place in Korra’s withered heart; it had soon after her arrival become home.

As Mauja mentioned purity, Daltoff reacted as Korra had expected. As he spoke, she couldn’t help but emitting a dry chuckle, yet no smile was traceable on her face. "Yes. Even me," the scarred savage rasped, hinting that she had indeed noted his previous distaste. From the look in his eyes, she could tell the answer excited him. Korra tossed her head restlessly, ivory antlers reflecting a ray of moonlight, sending it dancing over the forest floor before it was absorbed by the darkness. "The cause is beyond us all. In its name, we are brothers," she claimed, eyes reflecting a moment’s intensity as she looked into Daltoff’s eye, letting him know the severity of his words. Unless he could fully commit his life to The Plague, he was useless in her eyes.