04-08-2017, 12:39 PM
Amet had learned swiftly that sometimes it was best to simply separate himself from Iset, at least until they were both able to settle themselves down. Sakir had always been the mediator, the tie-breaker, the voice of reason to pull them back to earth. Here, in Beqanna, they would have to learn how to deal with each other without the safety net that was Sakir.
Iset's cruel laughter echoes suddenly and the metallic colt steels himself for a verbal onslaught. He is not disappointed. Perhaps more out of irritation than guilt, the Akhal-Teke lowers his ears so that they hide in his tousled mane, but he forces himself to stay silent while his younger sister gets her frustrations out. His silence extends passed the conclusion of her outburst, the pair of them close-mouthed and heated for a time. Amet's amber eyes follow his sister, watching as she expands with slow, deep breaths. He nearly smirks, recognizing the tactic that her twin brother would remind her of each time Iset and Amet were gearing to go for each others' throats.
When his sister finds her tongue again, the words are still icy, but there's something akin to acceptance mixed in as well, as if she realizes they are both stubborn, un-moving, uncompromising. Such is the nature of their relationship. "There are new lands that we could travel to, that have just been gifted by the Fairy," choosing to ignore her most recent jab, "or we can find Taiga. I met a filly from there. Illae. She said that it's safe there."
Iset's cruel laughter echoes suddenly and the metallic colt steels himself for a verbal onslaught. He is not disappointed. Perhaps more out of irritation than guilt, the Akhal-Teke lowers his ears so that they hide in his tousled mane, but he forces himself to stay silent while his younger sister gets her frustrations out. His silence extends passed the conclusion of her outburst, the pair of them close-mouthed and heated for a time. Amet's amber eyes follow his sister, watching as she expands with slow, deep breaths. He nearly smirks, recognizing the tactic that her twin brother would remind her of each time Iset and Amet were gearing to go for each others' throats.
When his sister finds her tongue again, the words are still icy, but there's something akin to acceptance mixed in as well, as if she realizes they are both stubborn, un-moving, uncompromising. Such is the nature of their relationship. "There are new lands that we could travel to, that have just been gifted by the Fairy," choosing to ignore her most recent jab, "or we can find Taiga. I met a filly from there. Illae. She said that it's safe there."
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