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06-27-2012, 08:44 PM
The mare listened, patiently, at the femme before her spoke, her enthusiasm and fervour evident, though she did try to reign in to a lower degree. She was slightly perplexed that the belle needed permission from her brother, but she knew the importance of a bond of siblings, though her experience was not an overbearing one like this. Forever indifferent, however, she merely flicked her golden eyes between the two, resting upon Daenerys more often, especially as she spoke of joining the Qian.
Mirage almost felt bad for sending the Foothills a miserable slob like Viserys, but she was not one to interfere with a herd’s law of welcoming most anyone who happened across their borders. She was worried, concerned that the brother had something dark in mind for his sister, but he did seem to love her, but more in a possessive, controlling manner, not in the manner of love and devoted affection Mirage was capable of. Her gaze softened slightly as she looked at the belle, and she silently tried to convey her worry for the youth’s near future in that meaningful stare for a moment, before shaping her lips to a welcoming smile, and inclining her finely sculpted tiara to her.
“Of course, Daenerys.” She conceded, hardly able to intervene between matters she knew little about anyway. When her gaze travelled to Viserys, it was dry, but held a sharpness to it that spoke legions of words. Hurt her, and you will experience the offensive nature the Qian does not often unleash The thought was silent, and the mare did find some comfort in that her brothers were a part of the Foothills – she would be swift upon her feet, and inform them of these new developments.
“Until tomorrow, then.” Approaching the cherubic belle, Mirage brushed her powder-soft nose along her nape, allowing some of her own, slightly draconic aroma to linger amidst Daenerys’ natural scent, and also enabling her to ensure she never forgot the smell of the sweet, enthusiastic femme. Dipping her tiara, Akaith took to the skies just as her cloak dropped over her, and a mere blur, a smudge of shadow, replaced where she stood, to be swallowed up by the surrounding forests once more.
