06-10-2015, 02:48 PM
love is a temporary madness...
If she were asked, she would freely admit to a growing curiosity about the stallion standing before them. While he speaks easily of his past homes, he is not entirely forthcoming. The red mare can fully understand an unwillingness to share. She has her own secrets and past shames she refuses to speak of. Still, her curiosity does not wane.
A small smile touches her lips as he mentions the dichotomy in belonging to both the peace and war castes. Perhaps the term ‘peace caste’ was a misnomer in some respects. She had never been an especially fierce or war-like mare. Her forte had always been in conversation. But necessity had forced her to learn battle skills. And though it was perhaps not her first response to any situation, she had become quite good at it as a result. Good enough to win her immortality, at least. Because of this, she is able to respond easily to his comment.
“Sometimes, not easily. But the two are not mutually exclusive. In war, you need ambassadors to broker peace, or the war would never end. And, though we may wish it so, peace does not always last forever. If negotiations do not go as planned, it can be beneficial to know how to extract yourself if necessary.”
The conversation continues then as he gives a brief description of his previous homes. Her dark ears remain tipped forward as she listens to what he, then Fiasko, have to say. She cannot help but find the other mare’s questions, followed by her sudden shyness, somewhat charming. A smile once again touches her lips.
“Not entirely untalented, I am sure.”
Her gaze moves back to Weir as she adds a question of her own.
“I must admit that I am curious as well. Are you looking for something specific? Not just in Beqanna, but in a new home.”
A small smile touches her lips as he mentions the dichotomy in belonging to both the peace and war castes. Perhaps the term ‘peace caste’ was a misnomer in some respects. She had never been an especially fierce or war-like mare. Her forte had always been in conversation. But necessity had forced her to learn battle skills. And though it was perhaps not her first response to any situation, she had become quite good at it as a result. Good enough to win her immortality, at least. Because of this, she is able to respond easily to his comment.
“Sometimes, not easily. But the two are not mutually exclusive. In war, you need ambassadors to broker peace, or the war would never end. And, though we may wish it so, peace does not always last forever. If negotiations do not go as planned, it can be beneficial to know how to extract yourself if necessary.”
The conversation continues then as he gives a brief description of his previous homes. Her dark ears remain tipped forward as she listens to what he, then Fiasko, have to say. She cannot help but find the other mare’s questions, followed by her sudden shyness, somewhat charming. A smile once again touches her lips.
“Not entirely untalented, I am sure.”
Her gaze moves back to Weir as she adds a question of her own.
“I must admit that I am curious as well. Are you looking for something specific? Not just in Beqanna, but in a new home.”
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