06-27-2021, 12:07 AM
My eyes widen at the brief greeting. So curt! No, no, no, that's not how we do things, no it's not. My still-pink tail flicks with some disdain as I contemplate my guests. Unwilling guests, if their attitudes are anything to go by.
"Rushed to get somewhere?" I drawl airily, before sighing with some resignation. "Well darling, you're as good as your word, I'll give you that. Did they give you much of a fight?" An ephemeral smile, a wink, and I turn to the gilded girl beside him.
She's pretty, no mistake, and I find myself entertained by her overt confidence. Showy little tart, I think, so much fun we could have together! I exhale a blood-clotted breath, chest aching with recent wounds. Recent lessons.
"Whatever Sylva wants, my dear girl." I'm sure I don't know. Something exciting, if Sabra is anything to go by. Anyway, I'm sure it's none of this nosy creature's business. Not unless I want it to be.
There's a flicker across my vision. Green as bright as spring, gold streaked through. A hum of amusement drifts across my mouth, head tipping genially. "She's pretty, but you can do better," I remark in a stage-whisper to the night black stallion, wondering vaguely at her familiarity. Do I know her? Should I? My expression remains pleasant as I ponder.
@Obscene @Aela
"Rushed to get somewhere?" I drawl airily, before sighing with some resignation. "Well darling, you're as good as your word, I'll give you that. Did they give you much of a fight?" An ephemeral smile, a wink, and I turn to the gilded girl beside him.
She's pretty, no mistake, and I find myself entertained by her overt confidence. Showy little tart, I think, so much fun we could have together! I exhale a blood-clotted breath, chest aching with recent wounds. Recent lessons.
"Whatever Sylva wants, my dear girl." I'm sure I don't know. Something exciting, if Sabra is anything to go by. Anyway, I'm sure it's none of this nosy creature's business. Not unless I want it to be.
There's a flicker across my vision. Green as bright as spring, gold streaked through. A hum of amusement drifts across my mouth, head tipping genially. "She's pretty, but you can do better," I remark in a stage-whisper to the night black stallion, wondering vaguely at her familiarity. Do I know her? Should I? My expression remains pleasant as I ponder.
@Obscene @Aela