12-08-2017, 02:07 AM
They were being interrupted again. The pale skinned mare turned as she saw a shadow glide towards them, landing to show the strange girl from the meadow. She arched an eyebrow at her companion, wondering if he actually knew her. If he was truly her father like she had claimed. She hadn't gotten the idea that he was so much older, but it was possible, she supposed. Looking at the approaching lady closer, she noticed a glint of emerald, brighter than the girl's mane, peering through the strands of her forelock. Now that was interesting. A twinge of jealously pinched at her gut, making her inhale sharply. So this is who the shell had chosen? Well. No matter. She was nothing if not resourceful, she could adapt.
A careless smile pulled at her lips as the young queen came upon the pastel pair. "So we do. I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name the first time around?" She replied airly, leaning a haunch lazily against her lavender escort. "My name is Sabra, and this is..." She trailed off, remembering that the tall man beside her was enjoying his game of anonymity. She would let him answer for himself, it would save both women some trouble, it seemed like. The blue pools of her eyes glimmered in amusement at the situation, not letting on to the calculations her mind was running through. The truth, or part of it anyway, seemed the best place to start. Especially with the green-tinted mare's rancor threatening. The last thing she wanted wad to be banished from the pretty island, so why not express that?
"To be perfectly honest, I've rather fallen in love with this place. How could you not, really? I've never been anywhere quite like it. Look, it sounds like you and I may have gotten off on the wrong foot. What say you we start again? I, for one, would be honored to be a subject of yours, and be given the chance to build a life in this beautiful place." Her words were laced with sincerity, and to an extent, they were just that. She dipped her head humbly to the shell-crowned girl. Perhaps they could be friends?
@[Krone] @[Klaudius]
A careless smile pulled at her lips as the young queen came upon the pastel pair. "So we do. I'm sorry, I don't think I caught your name the first time around?" She replied airly, leaning a haunch lazily against her lavender escort. "My name is Sabra, and this is..." She trailed off, remembering that the tall man beside her was enjoying his game of anonymity. She would let him answer for himself, it would save both women some trouble, it seemed like. The blue pools of her eyes glimmered in amusement at the situation, not letting on to the calculations her mind was running through. The truth, or part of it anyway, seemed the best place to start. Especially with the green-tinted mare's rancor threatening. The last thing she wanted wad to be banished from the pretty island, so why not express that?
"To be perfectly honest, I've rather fallen in love with this place. How could you not, really? I've never been anywhere quite like it. Look, it sounds like you and I may have gotten off on the wrong foot. What say you we start again? I, for one, would be honored to be a subject of yours, and be given the chance to build a life in this beautiful place." Her words were laced with sincerity, and to an extent, they were just that. She dipped her head humbly to the shell-crowned girl. Perhaps they could be friends?
@[Krone] @[Klaudius]