you call me a bitch like it's a bad thing,
you call me a freak like that means something
Although their numbers faired much greater than the other side in the war, there was still need to reinforce and renew. As Killdare had mentioned rebuilding and strengthening, the mighty blue mare would see it her duty to aide him. Although the magma King was no Warship or Straia, somehow over the course of time Kimber had found herself loyal.
At least to a place.
It is not that she is against women or doesn't want them around but the truth of the matter is men aren't hindered by childbirth or children during war. It was just easier to recruit them from an analytical standpoint and so when the pale man arrives on the horizon and waits for company, she is happy to oblige. She, too, could enjoy a drink and moves in closer towards the male, a cautionary grunt 'hey don't kick me' as the blue mare settles up beside him. She doesn't banter on about spring or any symbolic note on how the butterflies had finished their metamorphic phase. Kimber has always been blunt after all. Her black lips reach the cool water to drink, lifting shortly after as water drips from them, then looking at his red eyes she speaks, ignoring the others in true Kimber fashion."Kimber from the Chamber, I'm in the army there but if that's not your forte there are some diplomats who need a run for their money." She laughs, it's been the first time she's laughed in almost two years - children were not Kimber's strong suit and it took everything from her to feel like she did 'enough'. Her amber eyes light up with the potential of newcomers, perhaps even a little hope that things would be far more fulfilling than they had been recently. "What baggage are you carryin'?" she cooly slips out, everyone has a past; even if it's simple being a vagabond but our little blue ombre mare was notorious for being nosey so it's no surprise she asks.
She doesn't speak to the Gate's being, a truce doesn't mean that you have to be all that friendly - right? She does recognize the Tundra man and extends a small touch to the shoulder. "Brynmore, nice to meet you - I'm sure I'll see more of you and the brotherhood in the coming months," she says, then turning to Padma, "A tour of the Gates would be swell, wouldn't it? I believe I would love that too.." a snarky little shit she is but she smiles and plays the part.