10-11-2017, 07:46 PM
Soft pitter patter of light hoof beats approaching causes her eyes to shift just as she is tracing his smooth skin. A delighted curl to her ebony lips as another barges in on the pair. All feathers and fury. She snickers slightly before announcing her invite to the pair. Emphasising Ivars welcomed presences as this other is uninteresting for her uses.
The mare is uneasy. Justifiably, but her interest lies not in threatening the small kingdom. Regarding Ivar questions, or statement...she is unsure. "We have no interest in your 'thrones'. Politics are not to be discussed at this gathering. Only...pleasure," she emphasizes pleasure with a flirty grin in her dark eyes, still fixated on the stallion. "If you wished to make an alliance now I'd be more than willing to negotiate terms though," she steps closer to breathe her offer into his flesh.
With a twist of her head she regards the mare, "I do not believe we have met. I am Karaugh. Appointed diplomat of Sylva by Stillwater, under Djinnis rule. It is a shame the dynasty had fallen. My loyalty to my home remains. Surely you can understand." She pauses for perhaps a name and title. Seeing as the winged mare remains uneasy she doesn't expect much. Wondering if maybe the crown was worn by the stallion himself.
Her golden profile tilts in thought. The possessiveness of this mare intruiges her. Does she really believe she'd be his one and only? It was not in the nature of his beast.
Or of her beast...
The mare is uneasy. Justifiably, but her interest lies not in threatening the small kingdom. Regarding Ivar questions, or statement...she is unsure. "We have no interest in your 'thrones'. Politics are not to be discussed at this gathering. Only...pleasure," she emphasizes pleasure with a flirty grin in her dark eyes, still fixated on the stallion. "If you wished to make an alliance now I'd be more than willing to negotiate terms though," she steps closer to breathe her offer into his flesh.
With a twist of her head she regards the mare, "I do not believe we have met. I am Karaugh. Appointed diplomat of Sylva by Stillwater, under Djinnis rule. It is a shame the dynasty had fallen. My loyalty to my home remains. Surely you can understand." She pauses for perhaps a name and title. Seeing as the winged mare remains uneasy she doesn't expect much. Wondering if maybe the crown was worn by the stallion himself.
Her golden profile tilts in thought. The possessiveness of this mare intruiges her. Does she really believe she'd be his one and only? It was not in the nature of his beast.
Or of her beast...
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