07-09-2017, 09:56 AM
Merida
from the ashes, a fire shall be awoken
His face falls momentarily as he realizes that his excitement is unrequited, and Merida almost wishes she could have given him the reaction he was looking for. She stands passively, her ears flicked backwards lazily into the flaming red of her mane, a single black hoof tilting as she shifts her weight. He is polite to her, despite Merida’s obvious disinterest in such political conversations. The interaction is becoming increasingly more interesting, the brilliant red of her eyes flickering silently through the group as Heda and the golden-scaled stallion exchange words. Amet’s description of Hyaline is a noble one, and inwardly Merida gives him credit for attempting to create such a haven that he had just portrayed. Another king, another monarch. Her interest falters with a lazy swish of her tail against her hocks, Heda’s and Amet’s voices fading momentarily as her eyes fall to the cream and golden girl.
The unnamed girl begins to speak and Merida is not disappointed. Her brows rise in amusement as the fiery tongue of Mahal spits at them, a sharp snort leaving her nostrils in a near-laugh. The fire in the painted girl’s eyes is a familiar look to Merida, her black lips curling into a satisfied grin. Merida tosses her head, a chuckle lingering in the back of her throat. Apparently Heda has met her before, and Mahal is not happy about her forgetting her face.
“Mahal,” she says, her voice less abrupt now as she takes a step closer to her, interested and curious. “My name is Merida. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”
Which was true. The conversation has taken an exciting turn, which makes Merida decide that she will definitely stick around a little bit longer to see the outcome of it all. Of course, she makes no effort to smooth the ruffled feathers, and perhaps has caused them to be ruffled to begin with.
It didn’t matter; she is bored and when she is bored, things like this tend to happen.