The secret of walking on water; any

[Celina]

Other than the rise of her breathing, Celina is perfectly still as she watches the two mares. She does not need to twitch an ear to hear the conversation, or flick her green eyes to watch the encounter etch its way into the bodies of Reia and the mare she’d called Eurwen. It’s rather thrilling, if she is honest, watching the way they interact. Reia is bold and assertive, not at all hesitant to use brute force (or at least the threat of it) to protect her home. Eurwen, despite backing down from a fight, quickly regains her confidence, spitting personal barbs at Celina’s sister-in-law that give a clear – albeit indirect – answer to her earlier question. When the mare with spots like Aeolus confirms that she has met Reia before, Celina gives a toothy smile in response. Reia snaps at being called princess – of all things! – and Celina files that away. Perhaps one day when she is bored she will see how far she can prod Pteron’s wife before she snaps. Celina already knows her family’s limits, but Reia is a fresh target. The pale filly doesn’t particularly care about the politics that the two discuss. She is not interested in anything outside her home. That includes anyone who does not live there, which is most of the reason behind the disinterest in her cool green eyes as she looks at the Nerenian that Reia mocks. Celina care about agendas as much as she cares about the lives of horses on the far side of Beqanna (that is to say – not at all). Celina’s quick eyes flick to Adarra, her only niece. The filly considers herself nearly grown, and playing with children is often beneath her these days. Often, but not always, and never when faced with the dull topics that Celina is sure will come up. If they get into a real fight Celina hopes she doesn’t miss it. She’ll keep one ear pricked for raised voices, but it the meantime she prods gently at Adarra’s side and tosses her head back. A clear invitation to leave, and the grin that follows is the habitual start of play. Celina is leaving, unless either of them call her back, and she doubts that they will. celina i'm that bad type, make-your-mama-sad type make-your-girlfriend-mad type, might-seduce-your-dad type

@[Eurwen]
@[Reia]