Mesarez
The three mares (three and a half, really) are all being very serious with their formal nods of greeting but when the iridescent prince arrives at the cave, Mesarez shines a brilliant smile to them all - polite affection for Poseida’s mother, Rezza; a particularly amused light dancing in his gaze when he looks to the red general (all the breach of protocol he dares with her while the queen is around); and then a small wink for his favourite of his mother’s twin-heads as he feigns ignorance to that slight narrowing of her gaze that serves as her greeting to him.
At least, any boisterous words he might have used are kept quiet (or, at least, he does not get a chance to speak before Helica does and he likes all his limbs where they are, so he does not interrupt with frivolities… or with anything louder than a blink).
He does not consider his mother’s decree as something that applies to him so it does not bother him. He nods along with the reports given. “My experience has been much the same, the few I’ve met seem friendly enough.” No less or more than those he has lived with beneath his sea all his life.
His black and silver eyes do not focus on any of the mares in particular, keeping the question open to all - he would not be surprised no matter who knew the answer. “Do we know if any Baltians were left behind?” Although his concern for the citizens of Baltia is genuine, he mostly is thinking of those who had been banished, living on the fringes of their society. Though he knows better than to speak of this directly out loud where his mother’s four ears can hear him. He still has not decided if it is better for them to finally be free of Baltia or if Beqanna could have give them a better life, even if it was on land.
At least, any boisterous words he might have used are kept quiet (or, at least, he does not get a chance to speak before Helica does and he likes all his limbs where they are, so he does not interrupt with frivolities… or with anything louder than a blink).
He does not consider his mother’s decree as something that applies to him so it does not bother him. He nods along with the reports given. “My experience has been much the same, the few I’ve met seem friendly enough.” No less or more than those he has lived with beneath his sea all his life.
His black and silver eyes do not focus on any of the mares in particular, keeping the question open to all - he would not be surprised no matter who knew the answer. “Do we know if any Baltians were left behind?” Although his concern for the citizens of Baltia is genuine, he mostly is thinking of those who had been banished, living on the fringes of their society. Though he knows better than to speak of this directly out loud where his mother’s four ears can hear him. He still has not decided if it is better for them to finally be free of Baltia or if Beqanna could have give them a better life, even if it was on land.
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