Even in the broad daylight the glimmer of light catches her eye, as if someone has taken a small hand-mirror and reflected the sun directly into her line of sight. Astri blinks, turning her head about so that she can pinpoint the source of the distraction. It’s a mare, perhaps once achingly beautiful (and as she nears, Astri sees there is still the reminiscence of ancient beauty hidden in the lines of her face, the curves of her body) if it were not for the eye-catching rivulets of open cracks along her skin. The hint of light that dances beneath her surface is fascinating, and Joscelin’s introduction causes the mare to offer a sideways, alluring smirk.
“I could easily say the same for you. Astri.” She replies thoughtfully, shifting gently to the side so that her invitation to the other mare is quite obvious. It’s funny almost, she wonders if Joscelin’s outer appearance is anything like her inner workings. Was she broken on the inside too? Or was it something that she wore now as a badge of pride - that she could not be broken no matter what life threw at her. The little green mare’s thoughts tangle themselves up into a ball of questions, but she suppresses the urge to overwhelm her companion.
“No child of your own?” She inquires, truly curious as to whether or not there might be the male equivalent of interest for the shimmering girl. Of course, her own daughters origins could be incriminating evidence against her true intentions, but Astri saw breeding as only a means to an end - that end being Dacia and Lupei, who were both the highest points of her life.
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