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Elizabeth, a lady who's level of sanity was unknown to Faelene even under normal circumstances drew from the sands. Having placed eyes on her before she was trying to see if there was difference in the tall draft, or not.Faelene's silver pools did not hold onto the mare long, sure they would be answered soon by Elizabeth's guard. It wasn't until the mare complimented her silver pools would shift seeing the corporal's own gaze was harsh falling upon them. She had been here too long, Faelene could see by that hold in her more dominant silver look. The red maned could also see she had some resolve, trying to hold onto her usual demeanor. "Thank you, but this place does not suit you," she would murmur if to give the lady something else to hold to. Faelene may not care for her much, but she saw this all as needless suffering. It was another thing to set the Unicorns off. There would have been much better ways to deal with matters.
Like wicked clock work the black pegasus with white stripes she had waited for, who lacked his spear this time, cast himself down between herself and Elizabeth. It was not a smart move in her mind, but Faelene remained steady, waiting for Lena to do her work. She would not answer him, but remind herself to keep composure and sharp eyes. It doesn't take much for her to catch the sound of airs striking upon another pair a wings, she knows it all too well. A haunting collection of cruel pastime. They all behold the Sultana herself. Faelene wasn't sure which one of the Pegasus she loathed more. Nothing betrayed her cool thoughts, she stood by Lena undaunted, keeping both of the feathered in her sight. Larkspar,Déodat, and Lena's gracious and warm aura was assurance.
When the desert leader spoke her words sounded like total bullshit. Why was it their enemies always insisted they did not want things to worsen? They didn't want any of this? They were the spark and tinder, and their own reckless actions proved that. It was made clear they would not simply let them the unicorns go, and Faelene was already making points in her mind. How close they were all were, and there was no Aurelius yet. If a fight occurred it would endanger him surely, and there was no promise Elizabeth would be able to go free. Decisions, decisions. There was on idea Faelene had as a backup plan instead of exchanging wounds. It was something to be a last resort. Lena, thank the Gods for her, she knew what to say and made a good point and so sweet in the chords of her voice when she answered them. The red maned could not wait to what they would say. Likely a rude snap of answers. Faelene awaited, needing only one good reason to protect her diplomat.
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Be great in act, as you have been in thought. [rescue]
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