Kimber wasn't much on female company usually, mostly because they just seemed to make sarcastic comments and then couldn't handle it when it was handed back to them. The blue mare had absolutely no female friends and although she didn't necessarily have a yearning to fill that role, she did wish for more to join the Chamber - she disliked being the only female hanging around in general.
Kimber didn't know what it was like to be mortal but her immortality was still unfounded to her. She was five so her prime has only just begun but she will forever be this age, at least on a physical plane. "I'm not the best person to talk philosophically with, I'd prefer brawn to battles of wit but I believe mortality keeps our egos in check," she comments, Kimber never really spoke about how she felt or really thought - it was all internalized, like a good warrior should be. "But, then again - I know lots who need a swift kick in the teeth." She thinks about Nymph now, she wouldn't mind cow-kicking him to being less of a whiney asshole as of late but that was a different story for another time. "It's quite nice here, I will admit but my home has a little more to offer than pretty scenery. In fact, we're recovering from a war and most of our home is now resprouting grass from being burned but the people are interesting," she chuckles, oh how true that statement was. They had necromancers, magma King, bunny eaters, wolf shifting - fire manipulators, there was no shortage on their freakshow. "I can tell you about just any of the kingdoms around Beqanna but I don't want to overwhelm you..." she isn't sure what to say as she feels the mare's eyes wash over her again. Kimber forgets not everyone is used to seeing a blue mare.
The great part about Beqanna was that Kimber was considered normal - at least in appearance.
Kimber didn't know what it was like to be mortal but her immortality was still unfounded to her. She was five so her prime has only just begun but she will forever be this age, at least on a physical plane. "I'm not the best person to talk philosophically with, I'd prefer brawn to battles of wit but I believe mortality keeps our egos in check," she comments, Kimber never really spoke about how she felt or really thought - it was all internalized, like a good warrior should be. "But, then again - I know lots who need a swift kick in the teeth." She thinks about Nymph now, she wouldn't mind cow-kicking him to being less of a whiney asshole as of late but that was a different story for another time. "It's quite nice here, I will admit but my home has a little more to offer than pretty scenery. In fact, we're recovering from a war and most of our home is now resprouting grass from being burned but the people are interesting," she chuckles, oh how true that statement was. They had necromancers, magma King, bunny eaters, wolf shifting - fire manipulators, there was no shortage on their freakshow. "I can tell you about just any of the kingdoms around Beqanna but I don't want to overwhelm you..." she isn't sure what to say as she feels the mare's eyes wash over her again. Kimber forgets not everyone is used to seeing a blue mare.
The great part about Beqanna was that Kimber was considered normal - at least in appearance.
Kimber
you can't love a cold-blooded woman