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[Circinae]

oh, my love, don't forsake me. take what the water gave me ..

Circinae laughs at him. With her neck bulging and her eyes closed she throws her pretty head back and laughs right in his face. The mother of twins should thank him, really, (it's been awhile since she’s had that gut-shaking feeling of pure mirth) but she’s too busy hiccuping the last of those airy chuckles free to speak. “My, you’re a scary individual, aren’t you?” She breaths sarcastically, flicking her tail once for emphasis. “So moody on such a beautiful day!” The bicolored mare chirps.

She gives a terse shake of her head, then, but offers her nose anyway as if to prove his jab held no weight in her thoughts. Words were empty air. “As for your obvious doubt over my abilities as a protector - we can test your theory anytime you’d like.” The little woman stabs back, a warm smile still languidly stretched across her mouth, though her eyes have taken a harder glint. “But I don’t think you’d like the results too much.” She taunts, her words sharp like nettling barbs that cling to skin and belly alike. Not once does her gaze stray, even as she steps aside to expose the babes at her heel.

The two only peer warily back, silent in their childish confusion.

Circinae is confident, however. The Taigan is playing a dangerous game - hoping that her call on his bluff would prove fruitless. Still, she’s willing to bet that at least one of the boys is hiding a secret trait and that together, the three of them could manage one depressing, anti-social stallion. Besides, the woods at her back are all the comfort she needs. A good wager, she thinks. “Or, you could alleviate my boredom for a bit by telling me who let you out of your cage with such a large stick rammed up your backside?”

Her children giggle at that one, leaving the shifter to shamelessly join in. It would be a terrible pity if this one man was sour and lacked a sense of humor. “Circinae.” She finally introduces herself, “The blue-tipped one is Crevan and the green-tipped one is Corvus.” She finishes, satisfied to at least have a moment's respite from the everyday humdrum.

Circinae