Though not necessarily patient as an attribute, Margot finds herself patiently watching Jesper. She arches a brow, her smile growing surprised. She draws her chin closer to her chest, studying the stallion as he continues.
“I think everyone should stay in Pangea,” she answers lightly, “so I suppose yes, I wouldn’t mind if you stayed.” Margot, in another life, might have made a great politician. She could argue for a life in Pangea for hours, but she cares very little for those that come and go. It might be clear in the diplomatic way she answers, the way she doesn’t see flirtatious teasing plainly in front of her.
“What kind of tricks, Jesper?” she asks with a swish of her tail. She turns to walk away, beckoning him with a short glance backward.
“Pangea isn’t the most beautiful this time of year. Hot, dry, dusty. But it’s mossy and cool at night in the right spots. You can find blooming jasmine in the spring.” Margot talks as she leads him to a shaded riverbed out of the sun. She dips her head to the water, taking a drink.
“My mother used to rule here, though I don’t think she ever cared for the title . . .” Margot trails off, thinking of Desire fondly.
“We’ve got tricks, too, you know. Her and I. Do you want to see them?”
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