06-12-2015, 02:15 PM
Ephrelle has no ambitions beyond having both a thrilling and pleasant life. She’s content to serve the Amazons in return for the home and companionship that the Sisterhood provides, but she has no loft dreams of power. Power is for those that crave it, and Ephrelle has other desires. Nayl tells her that it’s nice to have her along and Ellie smiles back. Even if Nayl had told her she wished Ephrelle hadn’t come, the roan filly would have shrugged and tagged along regardless. She likes following Nayl and does so because she enjoys it, but she’s far from servile.
The bay mare that appears from between the soot-streaked trees is unfamiliar, but she shares the bold splashes of white that the black filly has come to expect in other mares. Everyone she knows has them – Nayl, her mother, Malka, Rhy – and she nods pleasantly at the greeting. “Hi,” she says, her green eyes sparkling with curiosity. She does not know what has brought them to the Chamber, but she is not simple-minded enough to turn immediately to Nayl as though she, too, is waiting for an answer. Instead, she glances over at the tobiano filly in a manner that is vaguely deferential – though not to Nayl herself, more in a way that implies a higher authority had given Nayl command of this venture rather than the girl having come herself.
Ephrelle is bright and bubbly and sweet – but she is not stupid.
She’s still waiting for Nayl to speak when the black horse arrives, and Ephrelle’s emerald gaze leaves Nayl immediately to settle on the young stallion. She straightens her neck unconsciously, just this side of obvious, but her flicking green eyes waste no time. She wants to turn to Nayl, to ask the other girl if she too, finds this young black horse handsome, but now is not the time. She’s not entirely sure that Nayl likes boys – or girls, or anything really – but she is still Ephrelle’s best female friend and the idea of chattering over this with anyone else seems ridiculous. Perhaps she can tell Wyrnn?
For now, she simply smiles back, just as politely as she had at Straia, but she offers her name this time. “I’m Ephrelle.” Ephrelle, not Ellie. Ellie suddenly seems like a rather childish name and she does not want it. Nayl, it seems, knows the boy already. She asks them - asks Straia and Erebor – about their opinions on the Khaleesi. Ephrelle has never interacted with their fiery queen and has no opinions herself, but is clearly curious about what the Chamber horses think, as she is currently glancing between them
The bay mare that appears from between the soot-streaked trees is unfamiliar, but she shares the bold splashes of white that the black filly has come to expect in other mares. Everyone she knows has them – Nayl, her mother, Malka, Rhy – and she nods pleasantly at the greeting. “Hi,” she says, her green eyes sparkling with curiosity. She does not know what has brought them to the Chamber, but she is not simple-minded enough to turn immediately to Nayl as though she, too, is waiting for an answer. Instead, she glances over at the tobiano filly in a manner that is vaguely deferential – though not to Nayl herself, more in a way that implies a higher authority had given Nayl command of this venture rather than the girl having come herself.
Ephrelle is bright and bubbly and sweet – but she is not stupid.
She’s still waiting for Nayl to speak when the black horse arrives, and Ephrelle’s emerald gaze leaves Nayl immediately to settle on the young stallion. She straightens her neck unconsciously, just this side of obvious, but her flicking green eyes waste no time. She wants to turn to Nayl, to ask the other girl if she too, finds this young black horse handsome, but now is not the time. She’s not entirely sure that Nayl likes boys – or girls, or anything really – but she is still Ephrelle’s best female friend and the idea of chattering over this with anyone else seems ridiculous. Perhaps she can tell Wyrnn?
For now, she simply smiles back, just as politely as she had at Straia, but she offers her name this time. “I’m Ephrelle.” Ephrelle, not Ellie. Ellie suddenly seems like a rather childish name and she does not want it. Nayl, it seems, knows the boy already. She asks them - asks Straia and Erebor – about their opinions on the Khaleesi. Ephrelle has never interacted with their fiery queen and has no opinions herself, but is clearly curious about what the Chamber horses think, as she is currently glancing between them
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