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05-07-2017, 09:39 AM
She listens to the tale of the Sentinels, storing it away for later. They seemed a topic worth knowing about, though she’d like to point out the Basin still isn’t all that tolerant of other species. How many sets of wings did you seen around the Basin? How many heads didn’t have some horn or another? Not very many. There was one Pegasus who was rarely around, and Weaver, at least to her knowledge. The Basin may say that it’s changed, but it seems to her that they haven’t changed all that much.
She keeps her mouth shut though. The drugs are setting in, and she doubts she’d be much for having deep conversations about racial inequality and all that. It’s not like they treated her poorly here, though the wings got some stares when she first made this place her home. They were used to her now, but she wondered if they started at each pair of wings that walked through here. Weaver had made herself right at home in a way they couldn’t really argue, but not everyone would do the same.
Rhodoc though has a horn and no wings. He’ll fit right in with the 98% of the Basin that looks like him in that regard. Though he is purple, which is kind of different. It suits him, at any rate. Rhodoc catches on to the word Sneak though, and Weaver gives him an approving look. If she didn’t love fighting quite so much, she would have joined the sneaks herself. “They steal, of course,” she says with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
The drugs have definitely settled in. They don’t send her down some wild spiral of hallucinations, but just make her feel light and pleased and blissful. She could easily spend the rest of the evening feeling like this. “Usually items from others. Or sneak about and gather information. Sometimes you get to steal other horses.” She’d stolen a shell from a mermaid in her time hanging out with the sneaks on patrol, but that was less than exciting really. She’d given it back, after all.
She keeps her mouth shut though. The drugs are setting in, and she doubts she’d be much for having deep conversations about racial inequality and all that. It’s not like they treated her poorly here, though the wings got some stares when she first made this place her home. They were used to her now, but she wondered if they started at each pair of wings that walked through here. Weaver had made herself right at home in a way they couldn’t really argue, but not everyone would do the same.
Rhodoc though has a horn and no wings. He’ll fit right in with the 98% of the Basin that looks like him in that regard. Though he is purple, which is kind of different. It suits him, at any rate. Rhodoc catches on to the word Sneak though, and Weaver gives him an approving look. If she didn’t love fighting quite so much, she would have joined the sneaks herself. “They steal, of course,” she says with a wicked gleam in her eyes.
The drugs have definitely settled in. They don’t send her down some wild spiral of hallucinations, but just make her feel light and pleased and blissful. She could easily spend the rest of the evening feeling like this. “Usually items from others. Or sneak about and gather information. Sometimes you get to steal other horses.” She’d stolen a shell from a mermaid in her time hanging out with the sneaks on patrol, but that was less than exciting really. She’d given it back, after all.
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