xiah
At the slight curl of his lips, Xiah is unable to hold back a mirrored expression. For all his sass in the field, she found the stallion to be rather gentlemanly - in an awkward, unrefined way. Which is completely acceptable to her, considering that she is far from a refined lady in any shape of the term, besides that she can act the part of a princess without even batting a lash. This she proved even more so when her smile turned into a provocative little smirk at the stallion’s next comment: your wish is my command, well, at least in this.
“I’m sure my wish could be your command in other fashions, too…” She purred, purposefully brushing closer to Nymphetamine. Her startlingly girlish laugh broke any tension or unease her little joke might have caused, and the genuine smile which fleeted across her lips only furthers her innocence and purity - supposedly. Xiah played a tough game, but she was a tough girl - and this Nymph, as he is wont to be called, seems to be a tough sort of fellow, too.
As they hit the thick of the woods, Xiah concentrated on her footing, and it seemed that Nymph did, too - she couldn’t help but swoon a little at just how much attention he was paying to her. Mind you, I said a little - Xiah is tough, remember? Tough, and with an addictive laugh which seemed to clear the stuffiness of the air surrounding them.
“Either that, or I’ll stick to flying. I’ve never been the most patient… But I’m sure I’ll figure out this forest business. Thank you for helping me.” Piping down as the bay began describing the inner workings of his kingdom (a shame if she were a spy, don’t you think? But then again, Magicians could have this information in a snap of a finger), Xiah allowed her eyes to roam about the slowly opening forest. It wasn’t so bad as she had originally judged, though the man by her side was proving to be lovely company. She admired the emerald sheen of the somber pine trees, and the squirrels which gallivanted through them. Though she had seen all of this and more during her travels on the Outside, it felt different in Beqanna - magical, as it were.
As they stop before a flaming tree, Xiah’s silver eyes widen all the more, but she does not cower. Ever since her escapade to the Outside had failed her, the once-princess always chose fight over flight - except in the literal instances, of course. Inhaling the black scent of the smoke, the unicorn nodded in silent approval of Nymph’s statement. It’s no ice wall, but an ice wall is no burning tree, either.
She broke her gaze away from the fascinating incarnation of kingdom magic to listen to the highest ranking diplomat’s friendly spiel as to her placement within the kingdom. A wry smile decorates her velvet lips at the thought of just such an arrangement, and it is clear by her childishly happy expression that she wants more than anything to agree - but the expression falters last minute.
“While I appreciate your dedication to my cause, that might not be the wisest just this instant. If I see home, if I even smell it - chances are, I won’t make it back to here.” She knew this wasn’t the answer Nymphetamine wanted, and she lended him a heartfelt look as retribution. “And I want to make it back here. So, for now, I’ll lounge about in the war caste, get a feel for the kingdom and what not.” Their shoulders pressed softly together. “Maybe at the next kingdom meeting we can bring it up to this King Magma Pants of yours -” A grin split her lips apart, and her eyes refilled with reckless abandon. “- a very professional monarch, I am sure.”
You won't have any friends, and I'll live in a room
With flowers on the walls, and golden doorknobs
Xiah is a poop with too much to say, enjoy!