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03-03-2013, 03:28 PM
He listened to both. She did seem out of place here, but a spy would be a nice spot to hold. You could say she was thoroughly dedicated now. Her pink lips were not smiling or frowning. The filly was scolded for being to brave, and it had changed her. "Demetrie."[/i] That may be the last they ever heard the cracklin fire in her small and under-used voice. She gave a subtle nod to her first question. She would like to join. The next question pleased her. A spy could be a good job for the foal. She was determined. What could be better? She nodded to that question also.
The edge? That'd be an easy place to spy. They all seemed so loving and friendly there. She could lick up information quickly. Yet, Spots would be disappointed, but then again.. were even was he? The foal gave Ignita a third and final nod. Did she mean joining the herd and souping information out of them or just lurking. Tonka.. what a foul name. It was to common for the filly's likes, but her name was very strange. Still the filly held a grudge for the stallion that obviously thought she wasn't worth his time. She lay her ears flat against her skull, and without turning her head, she flicked her view out of the corner of her deep cyan orbs and looked him over. She looked away and flicked her ears back. Her body language dipicted that she didn't like him, but he would need to change that, for a foal who doesn't like someone will keep all the information inside of them. She was loyal, but this mare would have to elaborate her description, for the foal's loyalty would dwindle away if she didn't explain things.
The edge? That'd be an easy place to spy. They all seemed so loving and friendly there. She could lick up information quickly. Yet, Spots would be disappointed, but then again.. were even was he? The foal gave Ignita a third and final nod. Did she mean joining the herd and souping information out of them or just lurking. Tonka.. what a foul name. It was to common for the filly's likes, but her name was very strange. Still the filly held a grudge for the stallion that obviously thought she wasn't worth his time. She lay her ears flat against her skull, and without turning her head, she flicked her view out of the corner of her deep cyan orbs and looked him over. She looked away and flicked her ears back. Her body language dipicted that she didn't like him, but he would need to change that, for a foal who doesn't like someone will keep all the information inside of them. She was loyal, but this mare would have to elaborate her description, for the foal's loyalty would dwindle away if she didn't explain things.
