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08-24-2012, 05:56 AM
 Someone had been busy.. At least two pregnant mares came in, one she knew all too well, and one she didn't know at all. The first was Seiren, someone Alan had once called friend. Strange gray she had always been, with dark eyes, and Alan had liked her.. before everything had been turned upside down. She seemed grumpy this night, and the bay snorted, knowing the feeling all too well. The other pregnant mare snuggled up to Ulrik, but Mauja exchanged a very knowing look with d'Artagnan and Alan found her eyes narrowing. Was it the King's child growing in that womb? Oh dear, oh dear... Politics was not for her, and a strangled laugh escaped her when the black crazed stallion stumbled into a heap in front of the King, the little princess Snö running headfirst into his butt. Good thing she hadn't speared his ass on that frosty horn of hers. But Mauja soon hushed them his smooth, strong voice, and Alan flicked her ears in his direction listening. d'Artagnan was very fond of the King she knew, and it had rubbed off a little on her. He was a charming, charismatic fellow alright, a warrior and not a pompous ass (or if he was, he hid it damn well). And the fact that he had managed to charm a wolf into working for them... Well, that was interesting. Alan's 'brows rose but she remained silent, eyes drifting to Descaro. He'd come with d'Artagnan from Isilme, and she liked him, too. Damn, when had she begun liking so many? Snorting to herself, Alan lowered her head to the ground. Emissaries, Phantasms, warriors... Ahh, there lay her calling. Alan had been taught the basics of fighting in her own homeland, but she'd often worked in the shadows. Her head tilted; well, what to pick, then? Even though she had raised warriors for her poor dead Nyra, she hadn't exactly been quiet or sneaky about it. No. Alan was a blunt creature, thriving on high pulse and being a reckless, insensitive jerk. "Warrior is the path for me," she spoke into the silence. Then, her amber eyes fell onto the mare by her side, the red-maned one, wondering if she was a warrior too. Alan found herself hoping she was.  |
