Iset
goddamn right
you should be scared of me
It had been a while since she had been to the Lake, or Hyaline as it was now known, and she has to say she missed her new home more than she had ever anticipated. Her heavy, weary eyes fell closed and she enjoyed a brief moment of silence while breathing in the comforting smell of the trees and the flowers surrounding her. Voices soon pulled her attention away from the various scents dancing on the breeze, and Iset turned her curiosity towards a trio of horses standing clumped together standing along a grassy knob that she herself was very fond of napping upon. She recognized the metallic scales of Amet, but the other two horses were unfamiliar to her. you should be scared of me
Unaffected and unconcerned about interrupting the conversation, Iset hauls herself up and takes long strides to where her brother speaks to the strangers. She was beginning to grow into her long legs, so the amount of times she stumbled over hidden roots or rocks was considerably fewer than it had been before she had stormed away so long ago. Her name, spoken carefully by a female voice she did not recognize, traveled to her ears and caused her to perk up ever so slightly.
At least one of the newcomers knew, or knew of her, something she found very interesting indeed.
She takes her time reaching the group, so by the time she arrives she only catches the final threads of the mares words; the words she somehow rushes from her mouth but injects a calm coolness into as well. The filly shoulders her way directly into the triad, placing herself immediately next to Amet and pressing her shoulder to his. She cocks her head, speaking before she let her diplomatic brother open his mouth, “We will join Brennen as protectors, isn’t it obvious? And anyway, who are you to be concerning yourself with the way we run our land?” Her golden eyes narrowed at the cold woman, unhappy with someone else interjecting themselves into the politics and logistics of their home.
She was soon bored with the mare, and though she kept a wary eye on her, the majority of her attention was drawn by a miniature and male version of the older horse in front of them. He didn’t appear to be much younger than her, and she took some comfort in this, addressing him even as the woman that appeared to be his mother ignored him, “Hello. I’m Iset. And you are?” She struggles to drain the frustration out of her voice while speaking to the colt; after all, you can’t choose your parents.
Something Iset herself was painfully aware of.
She inserted as much boredom and venom as she possibly could into her glare and returned her focus to the distinguished looking mare, “And you, is there a reason you’re here? Other than to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong?” She knew she was being rude, but the fact of the matter was she had long since run out of fucks to give.