04-12-2016, 08:44 PM
The splashed mare blinks at the fire-kissed stallion… then blinks at him again before she prances a complicated little jig half-way’round Hasenel then back around again to be facing him. She moved nimbly, the antic playful yet deliberate and quiet.
Then, all at once, she was completely serious save for the wry glint in that multi-hued gaze.
“Huh… don’t know how I could have forgotten such epic lines,”
She tisks, tuts, sighs. Tossing her head she says:
“Of course I’ll come with you,” Then, in a terrible villain’s accent: “Who doesn’t want to take over the world?”
Finally her features smooth into an expression of genuine excitement, the thrill of adventure bright in her words.
“Truly, though, I’m in! Where’s camp?”