Never land inside my hand; Alcinder, any

[Ripley]

They don’t understand any of the horse-language being used, but their emotionless eyes move between all those gathered. One catches their attention more than the others - a creature decorated with the scales of the enemy (and at first, a ripple of anger flushes through the pair of monsters). But then that creature speaks to them. There is no translation, not really, but it’s close to a greeting. And they respond in kind. Their curiosity emits from them as a few clicks of their own. They pay little to no attention to the mare they are gathered near, except to emit a warning growl when the blue child moves away from them to stand with her. Then they take each take a step forward - heads lowered and silver teeth bared. Their master arrives and soothes them, and only then do they straighten up a little. Although always a moment away from attack, they return to their state of guardians. The politics and deals that might be about to occur beyond them. But always they are ready to drag the child back to the proper side of the line at any moment. RIPLEY AND NOSTROMO twenty-eight eaten to date

@[draco]