07-20-2016, 01:18 PM
Sretan
With your face all made up
Seemingly out of nowhere a stranger appeared. Going off of his appearance he probably wasn't have the easiest of days, with sticky and drying blood covering a decent portion of his pelt. Sretan was completely caught off guard as he answered her question rather than Maribel, and a little insulted. Her words had not been directed at him, and it was rude in her mind for him to have interrupted their conversation so abruptly. But she brushed it off. Perhaps he wasn't in a proper state of mind, being beaten and bloodied as he was.
Living on a screen
Sretan offers the newcomer a nod in response and politely listens to what the other mare has to say. Admittedly, the blue mare knew very little about any of the lands, having spent only a short while as a filly living in Silver Cove and the rest of her life as a (mostly) lone wanderer. Unfortunately, because of this she had absolutely no idea what would possibly work the best for her. "Luckily for at least one of you, I'm looking for a home... It's something I've never had," she stated with a small smile on her face, orbs shifting between the two figures before her trying to come up with a compromise in her head that wouldn't cause even the smallest bit of contempt between any of them. Maribel chimed in about her home, highlighting a small promise of power within the ranks. But, just like her mother, Sretan had little interest in power. Power brought responsibility, either for the land or the protection of those that resided within it, and Sretan wasn't at all interested in being burdened with tasks.
Low on self esteem
She turned her chiseled skull towards the stud, trying hard to hide her admiration of his beauty, even when in desperate need of a bath. "Phaedrus, I am curious as to what your home has to offer, but there is no need to tell me, I will find out for myself. As for you Maribel," she twists back towards the fae, "Look for someone who wants to move up in the ranks, I'd hate to take that opportunity from anyone as I hate the idea myself... But if you ever want to find me I spend an awful lot of time in the meadow and the nearby forest, it's a much shorter walk than going to the Dale" She offers a warm smile and a slight nod. "Sometimes it's nice to have someone to talk to."
So you run on gasoline
With that the vixen once more looks at the stallion, noticing the reds and oranges reflecting oddly off of his bright mane and deeply black coat. "As for the journey, I can't fly, and it's an awful long walk to be starting right now. I can travel it alone if need be, or we can wait a few hours for you to rest if you would prefer. You don't look like you need any sort of excitement right now if I may be perfectly honest."daughter of jason and voudou
Seemingly out of nowhere a stranger appeared. Going off of his appearance he probably wasn't have the easiest of days, with sticky and drying blood covering a decent portion of his pelt. Sretan was completely caught off guard as he answered her question rather than Maribel, and a little insulted. Her words had not been directed at him, and it was rude in her mind for him to have interrupted their conversation so abruptly. But she brushed it off. Perhaps he wasn't in a proper state of mind, being beaten and bloodied as he was.
Living on a screen
Sretan offers the newcomer a nod in response and politely listens to what the other mare has to say. Admittedly, the blue mare knew very little about any of the lands, having spent only a short while as a filly living in Silver Cove and the rest of her life as a (mostly) lone wanderer. Unfortunately, because of this she had absolutely no idea what would possibly work the best for her. "Luckily for at least one of you, I'm looking for a home... It's something I've never had," she stated with a small smile on her face, orbs shifting between the two figures before her trying to come up with a compromise in her head that wouldn't cause even the smallest bit of contempt between any of them. Maribel chimed in about her home, highlighting a small promise of power within the ranks. But, just like her mother, Sretan had little interest in power. Power brought responsibility, either for the land or the protection of those that resided within it, and Sretan wasn't at all interested in being burdened with tasks.
Low on self esteem
She turned her chiseled skull towards the stud, trying hard to hide her admiration of his beauty, even when in desperate need of a bath. "Phaedrus, I am curious as to what your home has to offer, but there is no need to tell me, I will find out for myself. As for you Maribel," she twists back towards the fae, "Look for someone who wants to move up in the ranks, I'd hate to take that opportunity from anyone as I hate the idea myself... But if you ever want to find me I spend an awful lot of time in the meadow and the nearby forest, it's a much shorter walk than going to the Dale" She offers a warm smile and a slight nod. "Sometimes it's nice to have someone to talk to."
So you run on gasoline
With that the vixen once more looks at the stallion, noticing the reds and oranges reflecting oddly off of his bright mane and deeply black coat. "As for the journey, I can't fly, and it's an awful long walk to be starting right now. I can travel it alone if need be, or we can wait a few hours for you to rest if you would prefer. You don't look like you need any sort of excitement right now if I may be perfectly honest."