Vadar
Seven characteristics are in an uncultivated person, and seven in a learned one
If she’d been looking for a reaction from him to equal her own ridiculous expression, she was going to be sorely disappointed, whoever she was. Vadar allowed her to make the wrong choice with a mild widening of his eyes, and then he relaxed as well. This was going to be a horribly interesting exchange; he could already tell. From the bright fire licking at her heels, Vadar could see a few patchy markings on the overgrown filly’s coat. Now and then, her knees would catch the half-moon’s watery reflection and glint silver in the darkness, belying their natural color. It was obvious to Vadar that this little mare thought highly of herself and her abilities, or else she would’ve taken his threat to heart and moved on instead of drawing out the inevitable, but for the sake of wasting time he sat back and let her speak. The most idiotic of horses always had something useless to say, and Vadar was more than ready to hear what nonsense came out of this particular mouth.
I want you to make you suffer, He bristled inwardly, an automatic response to her first accusation. That arrogance... The eerie way she’d echoed his thought process, as if she’d heard him thinking aloud… Could she? He pondered until Sunlight verbally confirmed that very thought.
If there’d been any semblance of good humors to be found in Vadar before Sunlight had questioned him, they were suddenly gone now. She’d nailed her own coffin shut, in his opinion - exposing her filthy ability to him as if this were a game - as if she had the trump card in this particular situation. His lips hardened into a dead smile that insinuated an emotion much, much darker than false humor, and for a moment or two he let her silly little question go unanswered. The seconds ticked on quietly, marked only by the crackling sound of Sunlight’s deadly flame and the whitewater rapids behind her. Vadar’s compact body rooted itself to the path; then he spoke to her on a level she might understand best, since her infancy was showing itself in her poor choice of words.
“Such a pretty, pretty thing you are.” He thought, eyeing her lasciviously. Did she scream as pretty as she looked? He hoped so. “You know what travels faster than a hungry flame?” He considered quietly, slapping his silver tail noisily against his hide. He waited; he wanted her to think this one through very carefully, because the answer was many things. One of which he possessed and had used before to subdue a victim for his sick pleasure. The other was not as quick in the draw, but Vadar had subdued the last mind reader he’d come across with his gift of golem creation. Starsin had been a worthy opponent - deserving of his strength. In the end she’d screamed pretty for him, too.
This little thing? Hah.
@[Sunlight]
oh my