05-29-2020, 03:58 AM
Pangea.
It's easy to say, but her voice doesn't seem willing to work with her so well at any rate. He'd frown at her if he didn't have some kind of sense for politics and diplomacy after all; if he weren't currently the one supposed to lead this broken island, he might have pushed farther, and get her to spit it out - though, honestly, she did a fair job of that herself, already.
That the mare before him was scarred, he already knew - it's the ones on the inside that come to light right now, with a single word. Part of him is still the heroic kind, the one that wouldn't let any of this happen to his sisters, and thus not to any mare, but he remains stoic enough with her - as she confirms she has very little kindness in her heart, he knows she has stood up to her captors in many ways already - and this was one of them. She talks about solidarity among prisoners, and he nods, waiting for her to come up with an answer to his question - he knows there is always a little something that can make a life easier. He tilts his head for a moment when she mentions a foal, then he nods. "Sure, why not. She might be useful to me, if she's anything like you. Send her over whenever you want." It'd be another Loessian child, true - but not one as bound by politics, not a wanted one, like Alcinder. If it's a kindness to take her away; in fact, he thinks it might do both of them good - then so be it.
He stares a little longer at the mare, then follows up. "Do you want her back at some point?" His voice is business-like; he just needs to know if she cares about the child at all or if she intends to pretend she never foaled. It can be harsh to have such a daily reminder about her imprisonment, he thinks, but then some mares still cling to their children even if they are the product of unpleasant memories.
It's easy to say, but her voice doesn't seem willing to work with her so well at any rate. He'd frown at her if he didn't have some kind of sense for politics and diplomacy after all; if he weren't currently the one supposed to lead this broken island, he might have pushed farther, and get her to spit it out - though, honestly, she did a fair job of that herself, already.
That the mare before him was scarred, he already knew - it's the ones on the inside that come to light right now, with a single word. Part of him is still the heroic kind, the one that wouldn't let any of this happen to his sisters, and thus not to any mare, but he remains stoic enough with her - as she confirms she has very little kindness in her heart, he knows she has stood up to her captors in many ways already - and this was one of them. She talks about solidarity among prisoners, and he nods, waiting for her to come up with an answer to his question - he knows there is always a little something that can make a life easier. He tilts his head for a moment when she mentions a foal, then he nods. "Sure, why not. She might be useful to me, if she's anything like you. Send her over whenever you want." It'd be another Loessian child, true - but not one as bound by politics, not a wanted one, like Alcinder. If it's a kindness to take her away; in fact, he thinks it might do both of them good - then so be it.
He stares a little longer at the mare, then follows up. "Do you want her back at some point?" His voice is business-like; he just needs to know if she cares about the child at all or if she intends to pretend she never foaled. It can be harsh to have such a daily reminder about her imprisonment, he thinks, but then some mares still cling to their children even if they are the product of unpleasant memories.
nothing burns like the cold
Leilan
@[Rebelle]
Two things I know I can make: pretty kids, and people mad.
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