[open] rotten peaches on the breath of the Colossus.

[Fiorina]

Fiorina does not usually have cause to feel delight so she’s not sure whether hearing a chittering noise from the odd boy even counts, but there’s definitely a hint of a smile on her wicked features when she draws closer because of it. Most other equines don’t react to the creaking click that serves as a quasi-language for the xenomorph clan. At least, not in a similar fashion - some of them react, because it’s usually the first warning they get that one of them is about to attack. Not in this case, which perhaps is why it’s nice to have it returned. The answer to her brings out a full smile. His laugh is weird, but Fiorina hasn’t heard enough laughter to notice. She does not know what it should sound like. But his joke was funny whether he intended it to be or not, and it reminds her of why she wants a set of wings. How fun it would be to hunt from the air! “Fiorina. I think I’m supposed to be of Pangea as well but I haven’t quite decided if I will.” With accuracy, she turns her armoured head in the direction of that kingdom. She still feels the call, like a steady beat. Whether Anaxarete cares if she arrives or not is yet to be seen. It is a call, after all, not a demand. His demand is easier to follow because it pleases her to show off and she brings herself back to the present. She shifts her stance a little so she’s a little askew from him and that prehensile tail curls up, the knife end glinting in the light. Her attention is on him and she wiggles the tail a little bit, like a deadly puppet is waving to him. “How can you see it?”

@[ghaul]