05-02-2015, 11:01 AM
As a child you would wait, and watch from far away. But you always knew you'd be the one to work while they all play. She can't help but smile when Nymeria introduces herself as being Nymeria from the field. Librette immediately sees a kindred spirit, another mare who is just as awkward as she is. In another world, she could've said the same thing, the same way – maybe she even did, back before Glenora took her off to the Valley. Her smile isn't obvious, just slight enough to give her a slightly pleasant expression. With a warrior's constant wariness, she notes the way Kreios looks at her as well. She's been absent from Beqanna long enough that she doesn't recognize Vanquish in the boy, that she wouldn't even know what Vanquish meant – that she knows nothing of Lyric. She should be better with the history of the Valley, she knows, but there's only so many hours in the day. She tentatively returns his smile. What else can she do? The other two horses speak, and Librette watches them with casual interest. Sunday's description of the kingdoms is a good one – and a fair one, something that almost surprises her considering how competitive recruiting is these days. It's every man (or woman) for themselves, and yet they all stay cordial. And before long, it is her turn to speak. "Nice to meet you, Nymeria." she smiles a little, but it doesn't quite reach her eyes. "A lot of us have been from the field, at least at one time or another." She herself has been here twice, once so many years ago, when Glenora had found her and taken her home, and once later, when she'd found Magnus drowning in a sea as choppy as her own and the two of them had lashed together, forming a desperate union to save themselves from the storm. It had worked, they hadn't drowned. At least, not then. "The Valley is traditionally the land of evils." she says plainly, She's never been one to embellish. "But that doesn't mean we go around…murdering all the time, or anything." That's not to say that they never do. There had been that whole murder pits thing. But that was a lifetime ago now. "For the most part, every kingdom wants the same things, strength, support, safety." she shrugs. "The difference is that the Valley is willing to explore everything that might get us there." Including, y'know, murder. Sometimes just because. Often for a purpose. "We have warriors and diplomats. I'm both, myself, although I'm not a very good diplomat." She answers honestly, entirely frank about her shortcomings. Really she should not be allowed to open her mouth and represent the Valley, because every time she does she seems to just put her hoof so far in her mouth that she can never get it back out again. Really, it's a miracle she hasn't done that here already. "Do you…have any ideas about what kind of home you're looking for?" Don't weep for me LIBRETTEBecause this will be the labor of my love.
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