From her very open position near the center of the field, Xiah clearly sees the ruddy male approach her with interest. She figures that that last bit of flying may have proved unnecessary, and perhaps egomaniacal, but hey, sue her. Gazing relentlessly into the stranger with her luminous silver eyes, the once-princess swings her knotted, dirtied tail around her muscular haunches.
“My name might be Xiah,” the ebony mare reports rather dryly. “And it’s telekinetic flight, for future reference.” Studying this Nymphetamine shamelessly, Xiah eventually allows a dip of her head in recognition of his smile - whence last she stood in Beqanna, the mare would have been much more forward; now, after having seen what lays beyond (her parents unfortunately excluded) the mare has just, simply, changed.
At the faraway sound of approaching hoofbeats, Xiah’s left ear pivots to determine whether they approached her specifically. When a dappled stallion appeared in her peripherals and finally her direct line of sight, Xiah stiffened. The scent of the Tundra swarmed the man’s skin, and before he splits his lips, she has already put a name to his face.
Just as he utters his name, she does too, just under her breath.
Wiry ears slowly approaching her skull, Xiah fights the urge to launch herself into the sky and flee the situation in which she has found herself. Instead of choosing the coward’s path, however, the unicorn simply handles the situation in the next worst option possible.
“And what exactly does that land have to offer me?” Her eyes thin nearly to slits. “And what exactly do I have to offer that land?” She gestures crudely with her spiraling horn to the rather physical incarnation of what stops her from doing the Tundra any good. Straightening, the once well-mannered princess glares at Brynmor, but Nymphetamine gets his fair share of dark looks, too.
Well, I did say that they would have to deal with all of it. I warned you.
You won't have any friends, and I'll live in a room
With flowers on the walls, and golden doorknobs