Guard is not fully protective around her, for she is curious and they are intriguing. They move like magnets, like polar ends- one shifts and the other follows, always in tune. They watch her, and she watches them in return. They are playing a game before they have even opened their maws to speak a word, pawns moving and clacking across the board that lays unseen at their feet. It pulses around them, each standing in their own little square, dancing around each other through tricky moves, protecting their respective kings. But is this king literal or otherwise? They all have secrets of course, but Lakota is undaunted. Their laughter is actually rather annoying, and she arches a dark brow at them, already bored of them. What a shame, they had seemed so interesting earlier. Now they are losing ground quickly and her face is turning to boredom, unimpressed.

They talk together, and Lakota watches them interact, perfect parallels. They are playful, cats with twitching tails that have unsheathed their claws but do not lose them. Tricksters, she realizes. They are devious, cunning. Able to create chaos, and she sees it in their eyes. It makes her blood rush, and she knows what drives them, for at one point in her life it drove her too. One of them glances at her, gaze cutting, and she flickered her ears back almost as if she is flattening them, but they bounce back playfully, enticing him. Her own violet irises are glittering with excitement, uncaring that he is watching her in that way. Lakota is playing their game willingly, ready to dance with them, and her claws are prepared just as theirs are. They circle like vultures before somehow coming together again. So close, they are in danger of every strike she could possibly imagine, but she does not initiate one. Instead she lays calm and even relaxed beneath their close circling, watching them. Always watching, but she is smiling. Perhaps they are not as boring as she had assumed. She cares not how or why they come together, but her own smooth chuckle is slipping from her vocals. Crown shook slowly as it bubbled free, amused by their actions. Their eyes are cold, those of a hawk, and she lets her laughter turn into something more sinister. Her own orbs are glaciers now, and she is unaffected. Lakota may be playing the part of the mouse in their paws, but she is far from it.

”What are you?

Oh she hears it, the judgment in their tones, but she is not going to let them have her so easily. It’s more amusing to watch them circle her, to be impenetrable beneath their gazes. Lakota loves her anonymity, and she’s willing to make them work, or at least summon more of that devious laughter that both irritates and entices her. ”A mare of course, what do you think I am?” She is baiting them, teasing. Even if her face is vapid, she is laughing darkly on the inside. Oh yes, she likes these two. They are more than enough to amuse her on that day.