09-16-2018, 02:38 PM
"I'm not going to apologize." I tell him as I move toward the edge of the pool, having abandoned my efforts to squarely meet his eyes. The last time I had made a diplomatic misstep, by wings had been broken as punishment. While I know that will not happen again, logic has no effect on the aversion to admitting fault. I might be wrong, but I certainly won't be admitting as much to the Hyaline. I'd never given Ilma that satisfaction and I've no intention of kowtowing to her queens either.
I place a hoof on dry land a few yards from where Wolfbane stands and the rest of me soon follows. My wings stream water in a thousand feathered rivulets, and I caste a long glance from them to Wolfbane as if to question the wisdom of even a short flight. The glance is exaggerated and overdone, as have been the vast majority of my emotions this morning, but sarcasm is certainly an improvement from the vitriol of moments ago.
"She's just over there," My navy nose gestures over the nearest hill, where I'd left the piebald princess after our short flight from the mountains. "Why don't you just go tell her to fly away home without me?" I ask as I stretch out my far wing, shaking away the water in quick flicks. To shake out the near wing would involve soaking Wolfbane in his current position, so I extend it slowly in warning of what is to come.
My physical actions seem to contradict the question that I've just asked; I most certainly seem to be preparing for flight. "It wasn't hard to convince her to come with me. She thinks she's my guard; I couldn't leave Hyaline without one as far as she knows." It's a sobering reminder that I need to be careful with Delta, lest the bold colt think himself an adult too soon and get himself into a situation he is not fit to handle.
"Shall I perform the introductions, your royal majesty?" I ask with unnecessary formality, slipping as easily into good humor as I had descended into bad. I look over at him with a single raised brow, clearly amused with myself.
@[Wolfbane]
I place a hoof on dry land a few yards from where Wolfbane stands and the rest of me soon follows. My wings stream water in a thousand feathered rivulets, and I caste a long glance from them to Wolfbane as if to question the wisdom of even a short flight. The glance is exaggerated and overdone, as have been the vast majority of my emotions this morning, but sarcasm is certainly an improvement from the vitriol of moments ago.
"She's just over there," My navy nose gestures over the nearest hill, where I'd left the piebald princess after our short flight from the mountains. "Why don't you just go tell her to fly away home without me?" I ask as I stretch out my far wing, shaking away the water in quick flicks. To shake out the near wing would involve soaking Wolfbane in his current position, so I extend it slowly in warning of what is to come.
My physical actions seem to contradict the question that I've just asked; I most certainly seem to be preparing for flight. "It wasn't hard to convince her to come with me. She thinks she's my guard; I couldn't leave Hyaline without one as far as she knows." It's a sobering reminder that I need to be careful with Delta, lest the bold colt think himself an adult too soon and get himself into a situation he is not fit to handle.
"Shall I perform the introductions, your royal majesty?" I ask with unnecessary formality, slipping as easily into good humor as I had descended into bad. I look over at him with a single raised brow, clearly amused with myself.
@[Wolfbane]
