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04-14-2014, 11:27 AM
They come, slowly at first and then they trickle in like water, and she waits for each to appear with her soft smile guarding her thoughts. That they are mostly women and one wears a horn appeases her, pets her volatile urges and soothes her spirit, and that one of them is also Midas, her savior, the only pegasus to have proven worth past a pillow lining that has ever entered her life. She nods to each in turn, first the flame haired equine who welcomes her to the Land of the Mad, a curious statement that results in a brow rising and a gentle laugh to pour from her lips, good humored and sweet in the air. That the man of the Throat so swiftly challenges their reasons for being here is no surprise to her, and her smile does not falter as she seeks to answer his inquiry as the final member of their leadership arrives, a most beautiful unicorn mare with a white mask and bloody stains all across her dark pelt. It is all she has to direct her words towards the pegasus who asked the question and not to the one she finds more comfortable with which to speak, even her foolish thoughts enough to hold her usual racist behavior in check for the time being. There is not room for error, not with the darkness that has fringed their land as of late. "An offer of peace, and friendship," she says, her expression entirely void of the irony in such a statement falling from her lips and directed towards such a creature of insufficient breeding, "a mare known as Circuta offered our herd aide in the times of darkness, and I owe Midas a great debt for healing me from the afflictions of the magical plague. It has softened the hearts of our people towards your own. We seek to unify our two herds, and to grow strong in our bond." Pausing to look about her at those gathered, her smile does not falter and her voice is strong and without a quiver to be heard. She only lies partially through her teeth; it is true that this herd has done much to earn the respect of the violent kin of the mountain. Illynx |
