Merry Christmas, you filthy animal
I guess when you father is a self-proclaimed “lord of christmas” then you tend to be a winter lover. IT was just ingrained in your blood, or bones...or whatever. It was why she had loved her little cave on top of the mountain that overlooked Valley, it was why she felt most comfortable in the blistering winds and crunchy snow. But isolating herself in the depths of the dark cave was no longer an option. Her mountain no longer existed and there was something about her time in the darkness that forced a need to be here, among others. It was odd, and she still wasn’t sure exactly how to explain the feeling. However she ended up explaining though, it was why she was in the forest, attempting to talk to the two ladies before her--which was going just swimmingly.
The two mares looked upon Slaybell like an anomaly. Their expressions like that of a pair of slack jawed buffoons in awe over something everyone else understood. Not to say they were idiots, but they looked at her like a fool as she yammered on, trying to be normal, which in fact made the christmas mare anything but. She shut her jaw tight, and instantly felt awkward. The two looked at eachother, then her and they definitely knew something that she did not. The bright red coat twitched in her own displeasure of how her plan backfired. But the other two didn’t allow her to dwell for more than a second before a reply was given. ”One true name?” What an odd response for the girl to give. Maybe she had been out on the summer heat for too long, maybe it wasn’t Slaybell that was odd but the two who stood before her.
But they answered her questions and eventually asked their own. Curiosity danced from them when it came to this Kirin character. ”Kirin?...it sounds vaguely familiar, like I heard it in a dream perhaps.” She had been in the Valley for a time around the war, and surely the name was one that had been tossed around. However, her time in the darkness had diminished her memories some. So while she remembers Kirins name she did not recall exactly what she had been told of the stallion. ”Why do you ask? Is he important? Or lost?” Slaybell peered out from under her green forelock at her company. Not so much innocent but inquisitive. Surely there was good reason for them to ask….
❄ Slaybell ❄
The Christmas Bitch
ooc: derp derp.