[private] our little feast of kings, anaxarete.

[Anaxarete]

she's the only one who knows what it is to burn. She’s unsurprised to see him.  The woman turns, and watches with mild amusement as the boy drags the carcass across Pangea’s dry, dusty soil.  Perhaps some would have been revolting by being presented with a corpse… Not the shadowmare. She couldn’t say it was the first time that she’d been presented with such a prize, but she accepted it gracefully all the same. She turned her cold gaze upon the body, walking a circle around it with an appraising gaze before offering a small nod of approval. “You’ve done well, Ghaul,” she says, cooly,  “And a prize from Loess, no less. Impressive.”  She means this. She’d met the delegation that Loess had sent not too long ago.  She was not one to rush to judgment, but she was in no hurry to establish close ties to the kingdom. Not one who’s King seemed so eager to presume to know things about Pangea and herself. It was foolish, and she had no use for fools as Pangea grew.  But Ghaul? Ghaul was no fool. Nor was he a monster. Not in the shadowmare’s eyes. A twisted smile cracked her dark lips at the mention of Clarissa. She was pleased that he had brought her here. Brought her home.  The shadowmare felt comfortable presuming that to win such high praise from Ghaul then Clarissa would be a good addition to Pangea. “If Clarissa is your twin flame, she will always be welcome here. You will have to introduce us if she is this important,” she says, her voice still calm but the barest whisper of warmth echoes in her words. However she knew that this hunt and recovery of Clarissa were not all that the horned boy had been up to of late.  These activities had drawn her attention, to say the very least.  She reaches out to the boy, brushing her dark muzzle affectionately against his neck. “You have been busy,” she adds, conspiratorially.  “Come, young one, tell me of your exploits,” she nearly purrs. a n a x a r e t e .

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SORRY THIS TOOK 900 YEARS.
@[ghaul]