Awkward as her entrance may have been, Nasreen soon finds herself welcomed into the company of strangers. The mare addressed as Adelis initially appears almost as startled as the princess herself, but soon enough she is smiling up at Nasreen with genuine kindheartedness. “Your hair is pretty,” she murmurs, causing the maiden to blush with pleasure. “Thank you,” she replies, wanting to return a compliment. “Your…” Quickly, she scans Adelis’ body, looking for a feature to praise. Yet her search leaves her heart aching—it is only when she stops to look that she notices the white scars and the hollow ribs…life has not been good to one so young, she realizes with a shiver. “You’re very kind,” she settles on, after a moment’s hesitation, smiling back. Her own smile is tinged with sadness, for she wonders how those scars came to be. Scars like that…well, she had only seen them on warriors and Th’orquian slaves, and this girl didn’t exactly have the demeanor of a warrior.

“You’re not interrupting anything,” a male voice assures her off to her right. Her head turns just in time to see the speaker emerging from the Rotunda. For a moment, his back and wings are draped in glittering gold and rainbows, and then he is outside, where only the gold is left to glimmer. A memory stirs, and she thinks of Hawkeye and his golden stripes, and how nervous he made her…it is almost the same with this stallion, for he is bigger than her, and his wings are wide and powerful. But she finds that she does not want to run—not yet, anyway. Besides, something about having Adelis here soothes her. Surely he will not bring her harm when another is present? The idea is only solidified when the dancer explains that he knows her smaller companion. Nasreen relaxes considerably, features breaking into a shy smile as he introduces himself. Bucephalus. A noble name. Not quite Th’orquian, but a strong name all the same, she thinks. “I am Nasreen,” the maiden replies, addressing both Bucephalus and Adelis, “It’s a pleasure to meet you both.” She almost brings up the dance, but wavers at the last second. To her relief, Bucephalus has turned the topic of conversation to Adelis, asking after her health, and the girl exhales, sighing softly to herself in her corner of the clearing. For now, she is content to listen. Nasreen turns her gaze to Adelis, giving her attention to the mare…except during those brief interludes where she will sneak shy glances at the handsome pegasus, wondering what compels her to do so.


OOC: So sorry for the wait!

@[Adelis]