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07-03-2012, 08:18 PM
From the shadows she stepped, disengaging from the cover of shade and trees where her dark and far from even coloration had allowed her to meld. She'd listened and watched, observed and decided. So now she moved into the open, stepping deliberately into the semi-circle her herdmates had made around this pale stranger. Her approach brought her moving up behind, then beside him, dark muzzle tipping toward snowy withers before she snorted softly and stepped away, white-laced tail flicking against her haunches.
"Strange, don't you think, for such a proud stallion to wish to have his sister beside him on so short a journey." She murmured, dark eyes studying Viserys openly. "Especially when that sister would have had a fine and strong escort within Mirage and her Akaith." Her expression was carefully neutral, though an ear tipped toward the others. There was a flutter of wings and a blue dragon, colored in shades both dark and light, settled upon her haunches.
"I wonder what she thought to see her brother take another mare without a thought to the consequences. But I imagine a virile steed like yourself does not mind leaving a string of unacknowledged heirs behind him after a brief encounter of passion." There was a challenge in those dark eyes, if he paid close enough attention to notice. So full of pretty words was he, so much like other white stallions she'd known. Full of himself. But she could play word games as well.
"Though I wonder as well what your definition of lady is, and how much your treatment would differ from mare to mare. Adolescent, elderly, warrior, diplomat. Unicorn, pegasus, hybrid." Here, she smiled. "Smoke the Wild Rose, Military Chieftess of the Foothills, am I. Bonded of blue Zaffre. Once outcast, once healer, once of distant lands. Leader by challenge won, leader by invitation. Mother, daughter, ally. Foe when circumstances demanded." Her voice was even and calm, deliberately informing him of her name, rank, and carefully selected highlights of her history. There was no posturing, no display of might. What he made of the fact that she was quite comfortable with sharing her name when the others remained anonymous, she didn't care. It was a warning, if nothing else.
((Could not resist. <.<))
"Strange, don't you think, for such a proud stallion to wish to have his sister beside him on so short a journey." She murmured, dark eyes studying Viserys openly. "Especially when that sister would have had a fine and strong escort within Mirage and her Akaith." Her expression was carefully neutral, though an ear tipped toward the others. There was a flutter of wings and a blue dragon, colored in shades both dark and light, settled upon her haunches.
"I wonder what she thought to see her brother take another mare without a thought to the consequences. But I imagine a virile steed like yourself does not mind leaving a string of unacknowledged heirs behind him after a brief encounter of passion." There was a challenge in those dark eyes, if he paid close enough attention to notice. So full of pretty words was he, so much like other white stallions she'd known. Full of himself. But she could play word games as well.
"Though I wonder as well what your definition of lady is, and how much your treatment would differ from mare to mare. Adolescent, elderly, warrior, diplomat. Unicorn, pegasus, hybrid." Here, she smiled. "Smoke the Wild Rose, Military Chieftess of the Foothills, am I. Bonded of blue Zaffre. Once outcast, once healer, once of distant lands. Leader by challenge won, leader by invitation. Mother, daughter, ally. Foe when circumstances demanded." Her voice was even and calm, deliberately informing him of her name, rank, and carefully selected highlights of her history. There was no posturing, no display of might. What he made of the fact that she was quite comfortable with sharing her name when the others remained anonymous, she didn't care. It was a warning, if nothing else.
((Could not resist. <.<))
