08-24-2018, 06:34 PM
She doesn't seem to have seen the hint I laid directly in front of her, but I am unwilling to make it any more clear. I wait, head still tilted slightly askance, as she replies. Her casual dismissal of my efforts as a game is grating, but I do nothing more than stomp a rear hoof (and that could have been a muscle twitch). Ilma continues to treat me like a child, lecturing and berating me as though a rant will make her position more respectable.
"Another tactic?" Repeating her suggestion is done with another raised brow. Does she want that?
"I've given you a chance to keep Hyaline the neutral sanctuary you claim it is, and you've declined. Twice. I've offered to forgive the fact that you threatened us with a war you wouldn't win. You seem uninterested in diplomacy entirely." I pause for just a moment, meeting her gaze squarely. We both know I'm right, but I suspect the Advisor will twist the situation to fit her narrative just as she has done with the rest of our interaction.
"If your offer of another tactic is that I fight you for my freedom, I accept." It hadn't been an offer, but my irritation is growing as the cold whips around us, and I am ready to be home, warm by the hot springs. At least a fight would warm me up.
"And if it's not, you're welcome to come with me to Loess." At that I do step ahead, finding my footing on the stoney earth easily. The wind is harsher here, and I turn back to look at Ilma from the wind-whipped veil of my navy mane. Where will it be? My cocked brow asks. The challenge lands or Loess?
@[Ilma]
"Another tactic?" Repeating her suggestion is done with another raised brow. Does she want that?
"I've given you a chance to keep Hyaline the neutral sanctuary you claim it is, and you've declined. Twice. I've offered to forgive the fact that you threatened us with a war you wouldn't win. You seem uninterested in diplomacy entirely." I pause for just a moment, meeting her gaze squarely. We both know I'm right, but I suspect the Advisor will twist the situation to fit her narrative just as she has done with the rest of our interaction.
"If your offer of another tactic is that I fight you for my freedom, I accept." It hadn't been an offer, but my irritation is growing as the cold whips around us, and I am ready to be home, warm by the hot springs. At least a fight would warm me up.
"And if it's not, you're welcome to come with me to Loess." At that I do step ahead, finding my footing on the stoney earth easily. The wind is harsher here, and I turn back to look at Ilma from the wind-whipped veil of my navy mane. Where will it be? My cocked brow asks. The challenge lands or Loess?
@[Ilma]
