Damn the dark, Damn the Light [Any/Open]

[Dacia]

I can still hear you saying - 
you would never break the chain

So polite, so courteous. So unassuming. Of course, he has nothing to fear - Dacia is only the master of hide-and-seek, nothing more, nothing less. His suppression trait (unknown to her) only helps her cause. She cannot change color, nor would she seek to. For them, she is only the little dun mare with a discernable star marking. For her, that is all she needs to be. “Thank you.” She replies, dipping her head gently in return before a tepid smile works its way across her lips. “I thought … “ She begins, but her head turns behind her to view the cornering of another equine - female, with salmon points to enhance her already pleasurable features. In any other situation, a foreign horse might feel the pressure of being trapped between two unknowns, but Dacia only chuckles kind-heartedly and dips her head to the third party member.

“I suppose that depends.” She quips, shifting slightly so that the three will be in a circular formation. She notices how the mare looks across her, watches her eyes as they form thoughts Dacia cannot read. If she had been able to hear them, she would have happily informed the unnamed mare that the Chamber was well and thriving, perfectly normal in fact, due to the help of a magician restoring just about the entire kingdom from its fiery ruin. But this conversation does not come to pass. Instead, Dacia makes the connection from the way the other’s eyes cautiously harden. Ah, yes, a Chamberling stood in their midst.

“I’m Dacia, a resident of the Chamber.” She hums, mouth forming a meek grin. She hopes the truth will quell their guarded curiosity. “I was born there, but lately, well, I find that I don’t … fit in, If you catch my drift.” She explains, a broken laugh escaping from her mouth. Her eyes dart to the earth, a hint of shame shading her cheeks. “I’m not very gifted, so I’m really of no use to them.” She murmurs, gaze rising to lock with the spotted males. “I’m sure the two of you have great power, so you understand. But I feel as if I belong somewhere else … somewhere less, agressive.” She finishes, sighing deeply before closing her lips into a hard line.

It was never easy admitting one’s weakness.

Dacia;

color-changing vixen of the chamber