03-21-2018, 09:03 PM
"I can understand why you did it," Krone admits, shrugging her shoulders. "It's...hard, to let the children know where they came from. That they all come from the same place..." Krone isn't even sure if she'd be able to tell them one day how they came to be. Maybe it was better this way.
With a long, stretched out sigh, Krone turns to Sabra as they reach a quiet stretch of trees. Her hazel eyes bore into the sapphire of the Sylvan queen's. While their relationship was rocky, while they couldn't even be considered friends, Krone still appreciated the beauty of her. The Keeper studies each feature, each line marking Sabra's face, each curve and crevice.
The emerald and russet mare pulls her gaze away, glancing downward. The hot feeling in her face is hard to ignore. She knows the feeling pulling at her all too well; she had felt it that day with Deathwish. Her stomach feels like its flipping, the most delicate parts of her body feel warm and tingly. But this day was supposed to be about politics...
Wasn't it?
With a long, stretched out sigh, Krone turns to Sabra as they reach a quiet stretch of trees. Her hazel eyes bore into the sapphire of the Sylvan queen's. While their relationship was rocky, while they couldn't even be considered friends, Krone still appreciated the beauty of her. The Keeper studies each feature, each line marking Sabra's face, each curve and crevice.
The emerald and russet mare pulls her gaze away, glancing downward. The hot feeling in her face is hard to ignore. She knows the feeling pulling at her all too well; she had felt it that day with Deathwish. Her stomach feels like its flipping, the most delicate parts of her body feel warm and tingly. But this day was supposed to be about politics...
Wasn't it?