05-11-2016, 12:33 PM
A kiss is not a contract
Why shouldn’t someone come to her rescue? A stallion like Archam is easily sized up against his competitors. If he’d had the guts to challenge Phaedrus, Besra doubts the bay would be so confident now. Her warning doesn’t elicit much of a reaction from him, not that she expected differently, and he’s eager to test her limits by holding his position. If anything, Besra reasons that he’s just like every other stallion she’s come across. Eager to get into a pissing match with anything that challenged him and willing to subject the opposite sex to as much discomfort as he could manage. Horses like him disturb the pepper-spotted girl, she finds them … distasteful.
They’re interrupted, of course. The lapse in tension comes when a member of his brood noses her way into the meeting. A filly, the color of dust at the edge of the Desert, opens her little mouth and makes her point quite clear to the bickering duo. With a raised brow Besra can see exactly how much of her is Archam. How telling, that his own children should be so bold when danger rears its ugly head. She can’t decide if it’s stupidity or bravery that she sees in the girl, but her dam is quick to intercede. Though Besra could easily make mountains out of a molehill in this situation, she’s certainly a step above someone who would callously fight with a young foal and an innocent mare.
Her beef is with Archam anyways. “Since I have your permission, then, I’ll be making my way to the Dale.” She retorts, tail flicking sharply at her hind. Perhaps now of all times was the perfect opportunity to try out the Kingdoms and see if any one in particular fit her best for service. It would keep her out of here and out of Archam’s way, which is exactly as she wishes it to be.
They’re interrupted, of course. The lapse in tension comes when a member of his brood noses her way into the meeting. A filly, the color of dust at the edge of the Desert, opens her little mouth and makes her point quite clear to the bickering duo. With a raised brow Besra can see exactly how much of her is Archam. How telling, that his own children should be so bold when danger rears its ugly head. She can’t decide if it’s stupidity or bravery that she sees in the girl, but her dam is quick to intercede. Though Besra could easily make mountains out of a molehill in this situation, she’s certainly a step above someone who would callously fight with a young foal and an innocent mare.
Her beef is with Archam anyways. “Since I have your permission, then, I’ll be making my way to the Dale.” She retorts, tail flicking sharply at her hind. Perhaps now of all times was the perfect opportunity to try out the Kingdoms and see if any one in particular fit her best for service. It would keep her out of here and out of Archam’s way, which is exactly as she wishes it to be.