I'm your Queen, you're my Ruler.
Oh yes, she was shaken up, and even though she would normally hate her own guts for showing her fear like that, this time she could easily let it pass. Which horse wouldn’t be at least a little of passing through a wall of fire? And honestly, in Esileif’s point of view she had done pretty well for a first timer. After all, she was still in one piece, right? Getting used to it would maybe be something for the future.
The two toned mare had to admit that his words sounded quite logically, but every time she turned to look at the fire – or even glimpses out of the corner of her eyes – made her wonder how a horse could ever think of such a thing. Fire was one of the most dangerous things out there, all though she had to admit that it hadn’t hurt her.
She watches amusedly him as his expression changes from coolly to sheepish, a small grin growing upon her own lips. ”Please, if you would” she replies, still grinning at him as she follows him down. The slightly decreasing ground forces her to replace her weight a little more on her hind quarters and she tilts her pelvis a little to bring her hind legs further underneath her body.
Esileif listens to every work Fennick says as he leads her further into the kingdom. Only sometimes her gaze moves to look at the winged black male for a few seconds, as she is more curious to see the new world around her. But what interests her more is to learn that this stallion was actually quite high ranked, even though he seemed a little silly, unfocussed and awkward from time to time. But if he could do it, why couldn’t too? Call it an obsession, but she cannot help but to feel jealous of his little gifts. Even though Esi’s own coat color is something special – all though more often than not strange colored horses like her appeared in Beqanna – she had never been satisfied. She had been forced to see other children of her father being gifted in one way or another, yet her and her two full siblings turned out to be plainly normal. And she wanted, no needed, more. And maybe, just maybe, she was a little too set on it.
It is the brand again. Just like when he had strolled up to her in the Field she studies it once again. Fennick’s brand was almost like a piece of art and it almost seemed like the flames were flicking in a non-existent wind, almost. ”Loyal you say? Does that mean it binds you to it for life?” she asks as she slowly moves her muzzle closer. If he would let her she would let her lips travel gently across the mark, only curious to inspect it closer by, before continuing the little tour.
She nods and takes his advice to heart. She comes to a halt, to let her eyes wander across the kingdom. It is strange. The mourning mountains had been her home for the biggest part of her life – until now that was – and these mountains gave off a familiar feel, it wasn’t home yet. The bay and orangey white girl had trouble picturing herself and it frustrated her till the end. Why did this all have to be so difficult? To finish he silent battle in her mind Esileif turns towards the dark stallion again, looking at him for a second before speaking up again.
”And why, why do you think the Valley might be a good home for me, Fennick?”