At the agreement of the mare's shortened name, Crowley couldn't help but chuckle. "It's certainly much less of a mouthful than Zdravilo," he proferred in way of an answer, then settled back into silence as the tobiano went on to speak of Helovia. He supposed it was better here than in Etaine, where the equines had sought to kill and maim any holding a horn upon their head. In Etaine, the equines were envious of unicorns, for they were thought to be creatures of magic, something that was not acceptable in the land.
Often times, Crowley compared the two lands closely to one another. In Etaine, equines hunted unicorns for their magical abilities, many of which didn't know a lick of magic. Here, it seemed everyone hunted everyone, but namely the Plague which hunted anyone without a horn. Maybe they weren't so different after all.
It was with interest that Crowley listened to Zdravilo's answer, pleased that she was able to provide one so quickly when asked of her choice of rank. Honestly, he'd been expecting a long pause before she could finally come up with one, so this was a pleasant surprise. She claimed that she was fascinated by the art, something which he could agree on given d'Artagnan's abilities, but he couldn't say he was completely in awe of the latter part of her answer.
"Horses and animals?" He questioned rhetorically, cocking an ear to the side as he thought a moment. In the depths of his mind, he wondered if she even knew much of the Basin yet, or had caught word of the Plague. He doubted either, but he would find out.
"Might I give you a scenario, Vilo?" A pause was given, granting the mare time to answer before the Weaver continued. "Let's say you happen upon an ailing Pegasus from a neighboring herd. We could use the World's Edge as an example; they are calling for help, for they've fractured one of those precious bones in their wings. Would you help them?"
As he spoke, it was increasingly difficult not to seethe at the thought of helping one of those forsaken, winged freaks. But with a deep breath, Crowley was able to keep his expression clean of any disgust. He could only hope that she would answer to his liking.
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