04-25-2016, 10:50 PM
Having never encountered Yael one on one, Volcan has no true point of reference for her character; on the contrary, she remembers that the golden woman saved her life the day she was born. So she is not without suppositions as to the Queen Consort's moral affiliations, but Volcan is not one to assume, not verbally, at least. It would not be good to get on the wrong side of the mare who is, by all technicality, her mother - and a powerful mother she is.
Volcan starts silently at Yael's materialization, but steadies herself just as quickly, offering a low bow in respectful recognition of the woman. During her interaction with Iona, Volcan allows herself to drift into the background of the conversation, studying both mares through slivered eyes. When a moment of quiet passes between the assembled group, however, the intelligent filly steps forward once more.
"The Queen Consort has magic, Iona." Seeing that the mare is up and standing, Volcan figures that delivering the blow of Beqanna's reality now is better than never. "Your wounds will be repaired, and it won't hurt. You just need to give consent." Fading once more into the background, Volcan locks eyes with Yael, wondering whether she has over stepped her bounds, or whether she ought to have addressed the mare as Mother instead of the Queen Consort. Despite all her magically begotten maturity, there seems to be some situations that the young girl simply cannot get out of cleanly.
Volcan starts silently at Yael's materialization, but steadies herself just as quickly, offering a low bow in respectful recognition of the woman. During her interaction with Iona, Volcan allows herself to drift into the background of the conversation, studying both mares through slivered eyes. When a moment of quiet passes between the assembled group, however, the intelligent filly steps forward once more.
"The Queen Consort has magic, Iona." Seeing that the mare is up and standing, Volcan figures that delivering the blow of Beqanna's reality now is better than never. "Your wounds will be repaired, and it won't hurt. You just need to give consent." Fading once more into the background, Volcan locks eyes with Yael, wondering whether she has over stepped her bounds, or whether she ought to have addressed the mare as Mother instead of the Queen Consort. Despite all her magically begotten maturity, there seems to be some situations that the young girl simply cannot get out of cleanly.