She's got the devil's eyes
Patience is a skill she has developed over years (decades even, though that is hardly knowledge she shares so freely. Certainly no one would guess simply by looking at her), and her features remain impassive, unchanging as she waits. Until, finally, a familiar shape burgeons from the sky, nearing until the black and white stallion lands before her with an unmistakable air of confidence.
Castile had grown into his skin finally, and it suits him. The man he is now is a marked change from the boy he’d once been. But then, such confidence is often gained with age.
Her blue eyes are piercing as she watches him, quietly assessing. She tips her head faintly at the familiar greeting, her slender, mottled frame shifting comfortably as he settles nearby. It’s true a great deal had changed since he had been a youth in Nerine, but at the heart of it all, so much remains the same. His truth might have been buried beneath the awkward self-consciousness of youth, but even then she had recognized it. Their base nature does not change that much, after all.
But the world around them certain does. With a faint twitch of her lips, she answers rather noncommittally, “I haven’t changed that much, so I suppose it is up to you.”
They have both found themselves in positions of power now, with more to think of than just themselves. Though they might have the benefit of their rather unorthodox relationship, they still stand before each other as the mouthpieces of their respective kingdoms. And ultimately, that is who they speak for today.
“You imagine correctly,” she acknowledges then, her eyes shifting briefly to consider the kingdom as she steps forward, joining him as he leads the way to the springs. When they finally return to him, she remains silent for several beats of time, the air filled only with the sounds of their muffled steps and the rustling of a faint breeze. When she finally does continue, her voice is carefully neutral, faintly inquisitive. “I must say I have been curious about Loess. A great deal has changed here in such a short amount of time.” She pauses then, eyes sharp as she studies him. “So tell me Castile, why here?”
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