04-04-2017, 05:45 PM
sinew.
Sinew hardly reeks of death; she doesn’t go bathing in pools of blood and pus as most would believe of the Pangeans. If anything, she smells like dried out leather and dust because Pangea is a desiccated wasteland. Then again, she has never cared for how she smells because it is always dusty and horsey in nature anyway.
(Nor does she associate with anyone but Pollock and their children. She tried once, but they all gave her a wide berth and she was okay with that.)
Because she is looking at some point between the two mares to begin with, she does not miss the flare of Lucrezia’s nostrils in annoyance and Sinew merely bares her teeth at the mare in a bald toothy grin. Let the mare be annoyed, the field is free to all and the black - Taryn, has not made her mind up yet to be a biddable little minion of Tephra just yet. Sinew almost gleaned a sliver of devilish merriment out of thwarting Lucrezia’s plans of an easy recruit and she took some miniscule measure of pleasure in being a thorn in the sabino’s side for the moment.
(She is well aware of the mare’s dislike of her association with Pangea, but still - they are diplomatic about it.)
Sinew directed her heavy black stare towards Taryn;
“Pangea is a wasteland, no lie. It is full of thieves and cutthroats, nightmares and night terrors, murderers and the like. There is no room for weak minds or weaker hearts, only the strong and the cunning thrive there. Pangea is barren but she is beautiful in that, in some ways.”
She tells only the truth;
Pangea was a hellhole and it found the worst in Beqanna’s horses, but above else - it asked nothing of them. It’s king might, she thought, but even he hadn’t asked much of them - only to do what they will, what they are good at.
“Quite simply, it is not for the faint of heart but she makes few to little demands of her people.”
And she leaves it at that.
For now.the only promises that ever make sense