the firestarters always get the burns
and the good guys never get the girl
And when all else fails - there is a Loessian coming her way. It’s the scaly-toothy male she met once before in the forest; near autumn, she’d chastised herself for going there alone, thinking what had happened last time that had resulted in Llowell - but Vulgaris hadn’t made such a move, and she was less fearful of him now, knowing he had thought that she was afraid he would eat her. It seemed silly in retrospect, but at least she would never forget the meeting.
Today he moved precariously and warned her with a whinny, and she smiles at the river water before turning to face him. The grey scaled stallion was looking at the river as if something might be in there, and she chuckled a bit at his question. ”Only for problems to solve themselves. Your new kingdom has brought me quite a number of those, as of late.” She shakes her crest, helping her mane realign. Well. New might not entirely be the word since he carries the smell on him so obviously.
”That would be... quite a long story I fear.” Almost being stolen. Stealing in return. Having to follow Lepis around because she was one such an irritating child that could not accept that she lost the game. Needing to grit her teeth, like a lot, waiting for a deal to be made and then finally releasing the perlino piece of annoyance on the condition that Loess would owe them big time. And now just waiting on a proposal that did not seem to come. Oh yeah and good thing Bane had returned the child, or he would have had much bigger troubles. Not even to mention Svedka returning and behaving like, ten times the idiot he had always been.
Such a great half year.
”How about you? You seem happy.” She cocked her head at him. He really was, wasn’t he? There was something lightfooted about him today, and his smile was genuine. Something good must have happened then.
@[vulgaris]