09-01-2016, 02:42 PM
Lexa joins them; they are always within minutes of each other and the things that go on in the Jungle. It makes Riva flush inwardly with pride to know that the Queen is pleased with her. So pleased in fact, that she even returns the friendly nudge with one of her own. Which we all know is a bit of a rarity for Riva, she’s not exactly known for her friendliness but she likes Lexa, the spotted mare toils tirelessly for the good of the sisters and the Jungle.
He smiles; it is like daybreak on his face. Yes, Riva is dazzled in a way that she has never been, given that she too, has shown little to no particular interest in stallions (oh - the exception being Phaedrus, but they have a rather long history of rousing one another’s ire for no good reason other than that they can do so) either. He says that he has come for a couple of reasons, but Lexa is there to steer the ship of conversation more suitably towards a thing that Riva most likely could not have achieved yet. Still, she remains, thinking to learn how to curb her more abrasive nature and be as diplomatic as Lexa is.
She keeps most of her attention upon them, but flicks an ear back and forth to the noises in the Jungle. That is, until he mentions he comes from the Dale and Riva can feel a surge of bitter emotion at the mention of his sovereign realm. It leaves a sour taste in her mouth that makes her look like she is chewing on air nervously, except she’s not in the least bit nervous; she’s not quite sure how she feels about the fact that he is an emissary of the land that cast her aside, their loss and the Amazons’ gain. She schools her face to careful neutrality, as he blathers on about friendship and decades and things that Riva has little to no interest in - she will maintain whatever Lexa tells her to maintain, beyond that, she has no love for the Dale itself.
The angelic stallion suddenly becomes less rigid in the face of duty and more casual, curious even. Riva spares Lexa a quick look before speaking, “She was present at the announcement of Lexa’s queenship and the oath-taking for the new sisters.” She hopes that she has not overstepped her boundaries by stating as much. It was the truth, as she knew it.
He smiles; it is like daybreak on his face. Yes, Riva is dazzled in a way that she has never been, given that she too, has shown little to no particular interest in stallions (oh - the exception being Phaedrus, but they have a rather long history of rousing one another’s ire for no good reason other than that they can do so) either. He says that he has come for a couple of reasons, but Lexa is there to steer the ship of conversation more suitably towards a thing that Riva most likely could not have achieved yet. Still, she remains, thinking to learn how to curb her more abrasive nature and be as diplomatic as Lexa is.
She keeps most of her attention upon them, but flicks an ear back and forth to the noises in the Jungle. That is, until he mentions he comes from the Dale and Riva can feel a surge of bitter emotion at the mention of his sovereign realm. It leaves a sour taste in her mouth that makes her look like she is chewing on air nervously, except she’s not in the least bit nervous; she’s not quite sure how she feels about the fact that he is an emissary of the land that cast her aside, their loss and the Amazons’ gain. She schools her face to careful neutrality, as he blathers on about friendship and decades and things that Riva has little to no interest in - she will maintain whatever Lexa tells her to maintain, beyond that, she has no love for the Dale itself.
The angelic stallion suddenly becomes less rigid in the face of duty and more casual, curious even. Riva spares Lexa a quick look before speaking, “She was present at the announcement of Lexa’s queenship and the oath-taking for the new sisters.” She hopes that she has not overstepped her boundaries by stating as much. It was the truth, as she knew it.