09-02-2019, 06:07 PM
The little mermare bobbed her head agreeably as the elder stallion introduced himself and his son, a sweet smile on her lips. If this was as difficult as diplomacy got, she'd be perfectly happy to do it often. Traveling the realms and makings friends along the way seemed like such a wonderful way to spend her time, and if it helped Adria, well all the better.
Beaming at the colt's compliment, she batted her large eyes at him cheerfully. "Draco is a lovely name too! Does it suit you?" Her question brought her gaze from the youth to his sire, wondering if the paler stallion would have any input on his son's nature. Parents seemed to love talking about their children when the opportunity arose, and Litotes seemed as proud of his offspring as any parent would be.
As the conversation turned toward more serious matters, her demeanor sobered. This was the delicate part of her task. Small talk and making a good impression was simply the beginning. Now she had to focus as carefully as if she were swimming through a school of hammerheads. A few test nibbles were to be expected. A full on feeding frenzy would be a disaster.
Her pearled scales shimmered as she shifted her weight, expression pleasantly bland as she listened to Lietotes assessment of her words. "Protection would be welcome, but is not a priority. I am not the only nereid on the island." She stated lightly. "It would be a fool who attacked us on our own territory."
That was a simple fact. The more of them that gathered on the island, the more secure it's borders grew. They were each of them beautiful, lethal women, who called upon the sea like a dear friend when they felt threatened. Underestimating them was a mistake not many could afford to make.
@[draco]
Beaming at the colt's compliment, she batted her large eyes at him cheerfully. "Draco is a lovely name too! Does it suit you?" Her question brought her gaze from the youth to his sire, wondering if the paler stallion would have any input on his son's nature. Parents seemed to love talking about their children when the opportunity arose, and Litotes seemed as proud of his offspring as any parent would be.
As the conversation turned toward more serious matters, her demeanor sobered. This was the delicate part of her task. Small talk and making a good impression was simply the beginning. Now she had to focus as carefully as if she were swimming through a school of hammerheads. A few test nibbles were to be expected. A full on feeding frenzy would be a disaster.
Her pearled scales shimmered as she shifted her weight, expression pleasantly bland as she listened to Lietotes assessment of her words. "Protection would be welcome, but is not a priority. I am not the only nereid on the island." She stated lightly. "It would be a fool who attacked us on our own territory."
That was a simple fact. The more of them that gathered on the island, the more secure it's borders grew. They were each of them beautiful, lethal women, who called upon the sea like a dear friend when they felt threatened. Underestimating them was a mistake not many could afford to make.
@[draco]