09-06-2017, 07:09 PM
Of Hamilton & Yasmine
The other telepath has become quite chatty in response to the bay's question, a buzzing string of words floating through Voltage's mind, and he simply patiently waits out the silent near-babble until he is alone with his thoughts again. The mare finally speaks, proclaiming her name, but he soon turns away from her with disinterest when it becomes clear she has nothing that would warranted his attention. She was not a recruiter, and he had no current taste for idle banter; that was not his purpose in coming to the Field. Kharon had stated that there was no Nexa in his mercenary kingdom mate's history; therefore it was likely that this....Dov? was simply a lone wolf, and not someone that Voltage might have crossed paths with before. The youngest male, the colt, speaks now, making his pitch. They are both intriguing offers, one for an island and one for a deep forest. He'd never really had a choice of where he wanted to live before, to be honest. He'd been born into Gemstone Ridge, and since he hadn't fancied having Archer beat him into submission, he'd followed along behind the witch/mercenary leader, her kidnapping attempt having worked out just how she had intended it to. The bay stallion tilts his head to one side as he eyes both Crevan and Kharon, considering his decision. A selfish thought he doesn't have the inclination to push away surfaces: he had always enjoyed being the only telepath in his social group. Did he want to be in constant close proximity to other mindreaders? Not really, he determines after a moment. He liked that feeling of superiority, enjoyed being able to plunder others' secrets without them knowing his. Shifting his head back from its off-orbit position, he decides to amuse himself by mindspeaking his choice to all, especially the colt's unsuspecting head. Crevan, I will go with you.
(Voltage is such a punk, lol. )
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