05-07-2016, 01:15 AM
V A K A R I A N
i'd rather be a riot than indifferent
She blinks at the number - eight mares is more than she had expected. The last time she’d been in Beqanna the herd life hadn’t exactly been popular. Apparently a few things have changed in her absence.
Good for him though, to have such a successful, (presumably) happy little herd. She can personally see the appeal of that kind of life (it’s why she’d followed him after all). She imagines that it’s much quieter and less busy than the kingdom life.
Phaedrus reveals that he too had been born in the Valley, and her eyes widen in surprise. She really hadn’t pegged him as a former Valley member - too nice. “Hah, you can say that again.” Interesting is certainly a good way to put it. Not to mention the oddities that tend to live there …
She notices though that the subject seems to irritate Phaedrus, so she doesn’t press it further, showing some uncharacteristic thoughtfulness. She does actually like Phaedrus though, and doesn’t want to irritate him so early on in their … whatever this is? Friendship? Stallion-mare-ship?
Phaedrus suddenly leans down to snap at the long grass, and Vakarian’s stomach rumbles as he apologizes. The trip from the field to the plains had apparently been enough to give her an appetite, though she’s only just realizing it. “Oh, no need to apologize. It’s a good idea actually.” She follows suite, leaning forward and taking a big bite out of the golden grass. It’s dry, but tasty, and she munches away happily.
Phaedrus mentions the Valley again, and her head rises slightly to look at him. She can tell by his tone that he really doesn’t like speaking about the place. “Well, you didn’t miss much then. Not the greatest place, the Valley.” Then she intentionally changes the subject, following the first half of his comment. “What’s the Deserts like? I’ve never been there.” Her mother hadn’t liked it much, but Vakarian isn’t really going to take Azula’s word on the matter.
Good for him though, to have such a successful, (presumably) happy little herd. She can personally see the appeal of that kind of life (it’s why she’d followed him after all). She imagines that it’s much quieter and less busy than the kingdom life.
Phaedrus reveals that he too had been born in the Valley, and her eyes widen in surprise. She really hadn’t pegged him as a former Valley member - too nice. “Hah, you can say that again.” Interesting is certainly a good way to put it. Not to mention the oddities that tend to live there …
She notices though that the subject seems to irritate Phaedrus, so she doesn’t press it further, showing some uncharacteristic thoughtfulness. She does actually like Phaedrus though, and doesn’t want to irritate him so early on in their … whatever this is? Friendship? Stallion-mare-ship?
Phaedrus suddenly leans down to snap at the long grass, and Vakarian’s stomach rumbles as he apologizes. The trip from the field to the plains had apparently been enough to give her an appetite, though she’s only just realizing it. “Oh, no need to apologize. It’s a good idea actually.” She follows suite, leaning forward and taking a big bite out of the golden grass. It’s dry, but tasty, and she munches away happily.
Phaedrus mentions the Valley again, and her head rises slightly to look at him. She can tell by his tone that he really doesn’t like speaking about the place. “Well, you didn’t miss much then. Not the greatest place, the Valley.” Then she intentionally changes the subject, following the first half of his comment. “What’s the Deserts like? I’ve never been there.” Her mother hadn’t liked it much, but Vakarian isn’t really going to take Azula’s word on the matter.
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