Aha. Hahahaha.
He probably doesn’t know how much his comment is true; and how much his second comment is the stupidest he could make - not the words per say, but the threat he seems to make. She flashes him an amused grin, as if the man who smells of smoke, has just made a light joke. He had, in a sense: nothing was ever so dangerous to her, that she would avoid it. Oh, how deceiving are her looks once again.
Mare-child. A mare, five or so years old by now, yet trapped in the body of a two (three? She’s already losing count) year old girl. A chip off the old block, if you will, but what would he know.
She eyes him. He thinks himself pretty important, and pretty powerful too. So does the other, though more on the pretense of being the good guy. She can admire him for it, and she might have in any other situation - if she had felt she ever needed rescuing.
But for now, she ignores the (overly) gallant buckskin man, and focuses on the dragon. He would imply he is one of the dangerous things if she wouldn’t comply, but the mare in a filly’s body couldn’t care less about dangerous things. Not with her abilities - if anything, it is surely annoying, but the fun part where she is nearly unrecognizable, where there is such a distinction between a raven-black filly and a light grey mare, counter some of that - it is annoying to die and become a baby again, but not something she would avoid at any cost. ”Oh, I know, trust me. Hey, do tell. Have you ever died before?” she asks him sweetly. Nevermind introductions, he hadn’t bothered too much himself anyway.
An amused sparkle follows when she briefly eyes the guy called Magnus. Such a big good guy to the rescue - and dead serious about it by the looks of it. But she’s not sure she needs rescuing, easing into a waiting stance to hear the first guy’s answer. The buckskin has scars in odd places, so perhaps… well. She might find out later. Still, her amused look turns slightly serious as she answers him. ”Tähti.” Tehh-tee, she says. ”And I wonder if it is.” Looking from one male to the other, she doesn’t think either one appreciates the presence of the other.
The girl however, is just curious.
Who will stop barking and start biting, first?
has always been within
@[Lior]