Oh Flamevein, dear, care to chat?

[Gallows]

I will never be the gorgeous bubbly mare shadowed by bunnies and frolicking in flowers. (to heinously exaggerate a stereotype) It just isn't my style, and I am much too old to change who I am at this late date. Set in my ways, I think they call it. Although let's be brutally honest. I was born set in my ways. I grin a little at his comment. Not the right man, hm? I wonder how Carnage would interpret that. Does the ego ridden magician care if he is good in bed? It's not like it matters. He could be just awful and mares would still flock to him and his particular brand of power. Not that I can talk. I did ask him to father my child. But that was more about ancient bloodlines than carnal enjoyment. And as far as that went, I was completely satisfied. “In that, darling, we are the same. The Chamber has always been the lesser of two evils, I think.” I chuckle at my play on words. “Granted, supposedly all kingdoms are equal now with no affiliation to light or dark, but the Valley and the Chamber will always host those with, how to say this... more expansive desires? And without the moral qualms keeping them form achieving their goals.” I'd like to see some good-hearted soul try to reform the Valley. I bristle at the thought. Gods, but that would be a disaster. I'd make sure of it. “I always enjoy it when people lie. It's fascinating to hear the truth in their head while their lips mouth other words.” I wink at him. It's really quiet entertaining, the duplicity of the mind and the mouth. I'm just lucky enough to get a private seat in that show. “Perhaps we should have a chat with our current monarch. I imagine he would like to see a few things burn.” I say with a pointed look at the dying embers. “And you would be ever so useful to the Valley, particularly for raids and other shows of power. As well, the Chamber has a few pyros of their own, my son included, and I don't like for them to have too many advantages over us.” I scowl a bit at that. Kushiel, born and raised in the Valley, chose the chamber. Silly boy of mine. He'll learn. G A L L O W S We must all hang together or, assuredly, we shall all hang separately.