Blackbird singing in the dead of night...[Any]

[Isobell]

Isobell

i'll wait for inside the bottom of the deep blue sea

"Hm" She gives a small thoughtful nod to his remark as she had not considered the word that shortened his name. Perhaps she could recant her offer and use his full title. She is not quite sure if he is making a dig but the calmness in his inky eyes spoke otherwise.

The silver eyed mare allows a small smile to warm her dark lips as she looks over Nerine but the occasional slip of a glance to her companion. She is proud of the sea salt lands though he mother had been the one to make it to greatness. Isobell would never take the credit of the iron queen but she would happily explain the history of hos it came to be to any inquiring mind.

Isobell had not expected them to be clutched in a moment so soon and intimate. The mare would not lie and say it was not an entirely unwelcomed brush of warm skin against her scaled body. She had only ever known a single stallion and his methods of love were rather...violent. She did not realize that he looked at her in  a wave other than bloodlust. But, she pushes it all away and chocks it up as a moment of folly and a loose soil.

It happens again.

The painted woman curves her neck to look at him directly with liquid steel eyes. She lets the moment last before a coy smirk tugs at the edges of her lips The woman listens as he gives her a lovely, polite 'thank you' and it is all said and well and painfully proper. The kelpie mare inclines her head toward with quicksilver fire dancing in them. Her lips are parted as she leans her head closer to his neck, breath slow, and then suddenly (with the most intent, no accident this time) clips the thickness of his neck, "Tag!" -she laughs loudly before the slender form is move past him down the path with a streaming tail. At least this gave way to explaining the need to be near another despite their differences (or lack there of really). Isobell knows he does not know this land but judging by the way his muscles ripple beneath his coat and the small marks over his skin, he would fare well enough in the salt and sea lands..