[open] Paper crowns on wooden heads; ANY

[Maribel]

Who cares if hell awaits? We're having drinks at heaven's gate. He is certainly rough around the edges...almost quite literally with the sop of a brow and body. Her own form is not much more flattering as she tilts her head slightly to the remark of 'awfully womanly'. In fact, it causes the curvature of her lips to grow fuller...even a trickle of a small laugh. "You are quite observant." Her tone is playful enough but she teases the stallion, a half cooked smile tugging at the right side of her lips despite the gloom of their situation. It took a lot for the golden girl to be down. "No, I haven't been punished to come to the field. I come on the behalf of the Tundra to offer you a home." The same little funny smile, the small crinkles around her eyes as she exudes all her warmth. She is a creature of calm and quiet understanding. She sees the good in most, if not all. This stallion would be no different despite his remarks. His tone simply slide ride off her back like the collection of clear rain drops. When he speaks of not being a talker, Mari nibbles at her lip as she does not want to seem rude but she finds her words more easily than she had thought before. "I can offer my home to you, Romek." Her words a low...shy as her confidence waivers slightly. Blue eyes dip away to look across the stallion, seeing the neat little spots on his back and before she can do anything the words are already jumbling out. "How very neat!" Once the syllables fill the pace between them Mari shuts her mouth and looks back to the male. "The castes are newly form and dad is an excellent king truly. He is revolutionizing everything. The Tundra is changing for the better." She gives Romek a large smile again. "So what do you think? Want to get out of this rain?" Mari has already changed positions so she is looking slightly over her should while standing at an angle to the sooty stallion, a cocked smile edging her lips invitingly." M A R I B E L