04-03-2016, 07:10 PM
The blue mare was not far behind the magma King in his journey to the Gates mostly out of curiosity and partially because he didn't explicitly say she couldn't go. It was not as protection by any means, the once General could certainly fair on his own and the blue mare knows such. She stays slightly behind intentionally and although this is her usual, something is very different. She uses this time to reflect on everything that's transpired in the last short two years. A darkness creeps up inside of her like the shadows swallow the last remnants of sunlight. The warrioress plays a tough game of poker face but the reality is at some point that facade must come off. The only thing that's kept her from emotional turbulence is the fact she's in denial.
She watches as Killdare approaches the two stallions who smell of the crisp mountains and Tundra, their very infantile alliance and a small sigh of relief washes over her that it is not enemies we join with today...at least not yet. The brash mare knows that this is a time to keep a tight lip (if it's possible that is) and to provide an extra set of ears, eyes and muscle if necessary. She makes no fuss about her arrival, scanning the area quietly as her neck swings low grabbing some of the lush grass the spring has provided. The Chamber was not a place of great vegetation or sweet songs of birds chirping, it was shedding its skin so to speak. "Killdare," she says with a crooked smile, turning to the Tundra men, "Kimber, one of the Captain's of the Chamber, pleased ta' meet ya." She has a certain drawl about her that is irresistibly charming but it is ill fitting - she is as sweet as a lemon. She thinks back now at the Gate's mare she met in the field and hopes that somehow, Vessel hadn't ended up here. Although the talk of war was far from anyone's lips, it wasn't so easy to let go of and she was certain it would be a great while before she did.
The blue mare was born with a grudge, it's easy for her to hold onto them.
She watches as Killdare approaches the two stallions who smell of the crisp mountains and Tundra, their very infantile alliance and a small sigh of relief washes over her that it is not enemies we join with today...at least not yet. The brash mare knows that this is a time to keep a tight lip (if it's possible that is) and to provide an extra set of ears, eyes and muscle if necessary. She makes no fuss about her arrival, scanning the area quietly as her neck swings low grabbing some of the lush grass the spring has provided. The Chamber was not a place of great vegetation or sweet songs of birds chirping, it was shedding its skin so to speak. "Killdare," she says with a crooked smile, turning to the Tundra men, "Kimber, one of the Captain's of the Chamber, pleased ta' meet ya." She has a certain drawl about her that is irresistibly charming but it is ill fitting - she is as sweet as a lemon. She thinks back now at the Gate's mare she met in the field and hopes that somehow, Vessel hadn't ended up here. Although the talk of war was far from anyone's lips, it wasn't so easy to let go of and she was certain it would be a great while before she did.
The blue mare was born with a grudge, it's easy for her to hold onto them.
Kimber
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