The blue mare isn't the easiest to understand - one minute partaking in social events and the next burying herself in the thicket for half a year. Her methodology made sense to her, she felt stir-crazy so she ventured out, she felt used up; she stayed in. Kimber's personality was attracted to both Warship and Nymph probably because of said things; while Warship was one she could not speak to for days and be fine with, when it came to the necromancer things were different. She always felt herself wanting more, needing more. There is no doubt that the dip dyed mare harbored feelings for the General, although as naive and short-lived as they were forced to be, it wasn't enough to make her full. Kimber had felt a thirst that she hadn't had quenched by the General, an insatiable need that wasn't being met. The majority of women have ideas of being someone's everything but our little blue mare had no such concoction to base her mixture off of. Certainly there were those who were less loved than her, she has children who she assumes love her - it's instinctual, but she had not been raised with love a focus. She had never expected to have any feelings or attachments to the necromancer, she saw him as a snake in the grass the first time she saw him and still she isn't sure if she was one playing the flute to charm him or if she had become the snake in the basket. If you were asking him, probably the latter - it's all her fault in his eyes and she's become so apathetic to it, she simply agrees.
She is the most ill-equipped woman to handle such fragile things.
The blue mare is drifting off herself as she's waited in the shadows as Siberian tries to soothe the bay into some sort of admission (or submission), when she first arrived the golden light had showered across the Chamber and she hadn't intended on staying this long but sometimes even the blue mare allows herself to get swept away in feeling. The sun is nearly set behind them and although it would be the perfect cloak for her black and dark blue coat, she knows that other duties lie ahead. She catches a little banter about mares, plural she thinks and immediately jumps to the worst of conclusions. She knows that it would be difficult if he was allowed to stay in the Chamber but if she let herself think further, it would be harder for him not to be. There are some people that you collide with, like atoms and you're changed into something completely different; she was forever changed the last time they were alone. That night made her a mother and ripped her from her last strong hold on childhood itself, he was a part of that and perhaps it's true that it really stays with you. If Kimber were thinking clearly she would rationalize it all, as she so frequently did, and carry on. She knows that she has to stay away, he may not talk to her or approach her but she is not an idiot.
She could recognize hurt, a skill acquired from becoming a mother.
A crow calls out and startles her from her thoughtful slumber and she decides to move on as best as she can, she is tired on both forefronts. The bear could contain the necromancer she is sure and although she wouldn't be far if she was truly needed it was not kind of her to watch and continue to keep herself locked away. The dip dyed mare makes no attempts to be silent as she moves on the outside of the tree line, the rising blood moon painting her skin a deeper blue. She wonders if she will be able to slip by the two without going noticed and an internal conflict begins. Should she speak up, should she run like hell? Another part of her wants to be noticed, she gets flustered and her anxiety over nothing at all causes her heart to race. Thu-thud, THU-THU-THUD she swallows it back down and decides the smallest of gestures would do just fine. "Siberian, Nymph, just doing my watch," she looks at the bear, her amber eyes filled with concern as it quickly fades to stone and forward, "call out if anything changes." Her sentiment was mostly in the event Nymph turned for the worse but it was hidden by a placid, apathetic tone of work. If a crazy Amazon banshee crossed the border or other creatures but she wasn't sure but she thought Siberian was smarter than the average bear and would pick up. Kimber had stayed the same in so many ways but have evolved into an entirely new being in others, life had a way of doing that to you.
She is the most ill-equipped woman to handle such fragile things.
The blue mare is drifting off herself as she's waited in the shadows as Siberian tries to soothe the bay into some sort of admission (or submission), when she first arrived the golden light had showered across the Chamber and she hadn't intended on staying this long but sometimes even the blue mare allows herself to get swept away in feeling. The sun is nearly set behind them and although it would be the perfect cloak for her black and dark blue coat, she knows that other duties lie ahead. She catches a little banter about mares, plural she thinks and immediately jumps to the worst of conclusions. She knows that it would be difficult if he was allowed to stay in the Chamber but if she let herself think further, it would be harder for him not to be. There are some people that you collide with, like atoms and you're changed into something completely different; she was forever changed the last time they were alone. That night made her a mother and ripped her from her last strong hold on childhood itself, he was a part of that and perhaps it's true that it really stays with you. If Kimber were thinking clearly she would rationalize it all, as she so frequently did, and carry on. She knows that she has to stay away, he may not talk to her or approach her but she is not an idiot.
She could recognize hurt, a skill acquired from becoming a mother.
A crow calls out and startles her from her thoughtful slumber and she decides to move on as best as she can, she is tired on both forefronts. The bear could contain the necromancer she is sure and although she wouldn't be far if she was truly needed it was not kind of her to watch and continue to keep herself locked away. The dip dyed mare makes no attempts to be silent as she moves on the outside of the tree line, the rising blood moon painting her skin a deeper blue. She wonders if she will be able to slip by the two without going noticed and an internal conflict begins. Should she speak up, should she run like hell? Another part of her wants to be noticed, she gets flustered and her anxiety over nothing at all causes her heart to race. Thu-thud, THU-THU-THUD she swallows it back down and decides the smallest of gestures would do just fine. "Siberian, Nymph, just doing my watch," she looks at the bear, her amber eyes filled with concern as it quickly fades to stone and forward, "call out if anything changes." Her sentiment was mostly in the event Nymph turned for the worse but it was hidden by a placid, apathetic tone of work. If a crazy Amazon banshee crossed the border or other creatures but she wasn't sure but she thought Siberian was smarter than the average bear and would pick up. Kimber had stayed the same in so many ways but have evolved into an entirely new being in others, life had a way of doing that to you.
Kimber
you can't love a cold-blooded woman
OOC: she's done replying, I wanted her to exit and not be just eavesdropping anymore. <3