It did not slip by her the way Tillas drank Mauja in, and Faelene had to do her best to hide a smirk. Sure he was pleasant on the eyes, and in nature, she could not deny that. She found it odd how the females acted round him. She assumed the word King had a lot more to do with it then she would want to believe, but kept the thoughts to herself. She was merely there out of support for her herd, and to fill her own silly questions; if Tillas would make the cut, mind her tongue.


When the pale mare began to speak, Faelene had to make sure she was not staring with open mouth. Worshiped? Of all things. This was the diversity she was to see. The Kingdom Tillas had come from the horned were treated like gods, while Faelene had been lucky to be counted above dirt. The dark mask upon her face was nothing but interest, steel colored eyes collected with the rest of her while she listened to the rest of her story. She would not confess, she was more impressed by this than she had thought to be. Maybe, it wasn't such a long shot for Tillas to be part of the Edge. Again she had an inkling it was because of Mauja, and the fact Tillas had been thought highly of in her homelands.

There was something too it all when he spoke, the tone in which his words were spoken. The way icy eyes sided to her, as if waiting for something to be confirmed. She was not sure what to say. Did she believe unicorns were better, the race above? She had never been raised to believe, she had actually had it hammered into her head to believe they were nothing. Young as she was she had never fallen for the lies, it had caused the opposite. She saw too many of her kind tortured, and used. How worried the masters were when they lost control of their slaves. All because they were afraid. Afraid to be at the bottom where they had always been.

Embraced in her past thoughts the first trading sentences slipped by her, until she had said unicorns for the umpteenth time. It irked her she was testing the first information Faelene had given her, she did not act on it. Her mind was still pushing thoughts upon her. She had never questioned only horned ones here, she had thought each species took to their own kind. Perhaps not? A brow quirked, briefly letting her eyes rest to his, before to the mare. She was in two places at once, her head trying to catch up to what her ears were hearing. Could this be true? She wasn't sure if she should be delighted or disturbed. If she was to assume what this mare was applying it was Mauja might know. Would he admit even if he did?

Trying to rein herself in on the matter, she felt being silent would not do. Slowly her eyes drifted upward."Tillas, you know what they say about rumors; there is always a thread of truth." It was then she would look to the King. "Right?" She would inquire, clearly asking what she was missing, wanting to know almost as bad Tillas for it to be true. A momentarily flicker of desperation would be in her eyes with past pain and suffering.