03-03-2020, 10:14 AM
Burn now, or later. She is unbothered by the hint of threat in his speech, by the pomposity of it, and rolls her shoulder in response as if to say Fine. Do it. Let the place burn, the rocky soil is only a thin layer above the same granite of the black sea cliffs, his fires can do no great damage here. Their meadows will be ash, but they will regrow. Her attention shifts as Lilliana draws near, and as Eurwen rages, but the winged stallion escapes the clutches of her rocky prison. Did I know she could do that? Neverwhere considers the spotted mare a moment with a frown, then turns to Ghaul again with a roll of her eyes.
"That will hardly be necessary."
And with the words on her tongue Neverwhere strides forward, pinning the shortened ears that briefly grab his attention flat against her poll and shoving her way between him and stoney Brazen with a toss of her head. Move. The breath in her nostrils hisses as she focuses hard eyes on the other mare. She will not have him further attacked. Not here, not now, not even if he likes it. Especially not if he likes it. If Brazen wishes to spar with him, she can do so on her own time. He is Lilli's prisoner, after all, though the why of that lingers, and looking at the red mare as she speaks, it becomes apparent this this is a plan she has not thought through, something that makes Neverwhere exhale sharply in irritation. What is the point of bringing him here?
Before Ghaul can answer Lilli's question, she speaks again.
"Lilliana, since you so kindly invited Ghaul to Nerine, you will be responsible for him. For his safety, for any havoc he creates, and for keeping him prisoner," and she pauses to look him over, a ridiculous mess of scales and wings and horns and claws and the stench of sulfur flames on his breath, and she grins, blue eyes flicking back to the scarlet mare, "If you can."
"That will hardly be necessary."
And with the words on her tongue Neverwhere strides forward, pinning the shortened ears that briefly grab his attention flat against her poll and shoving her way between him and stoney Brazen with a toss of her head. Move. The breath in her nostrils hisses as she focuses hard eyes on the other mare. She will not have him further attacked. Not here, not now, not even if he likes it. Especially not if he likes it. If Brazen wishes to spar with him, she can do so on her own time. He is Lilli's prisoner, after all, though the why of that lingers, and looking at the red mare as she speaks, it becomes apparent this this is a plan she has not thought through, something that makes Neverwhere exhale sharply in irritation. What is the point of bringing him here?
Before Ghaul can answer Lilli's question, she speaks again.
"Lilliana, since you so kindly invited Ghaul to Nerine, you will be responsible for him. For his safety, for any havoc he creates, and for keeping him prisoner," and she pauses to look him over, a ridiculous mess of scales and wings and horns and claws and the stench of sulfur flames on his breath, and she grins, blue eyes flicking back to the scarlet mare, "If you can."
Neverwhere
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I wrote this while drunk. Enjoy
