02-23-2016, 01:54 AM
Much as she expected, a Chamberling appears soon after her reaching the border. She glares darkly at the bay winged stallion as he appears through the pines, eying the muscular frame and battle scars. Clearly a member of the army, though he’s not one of the bastards that had helped to raid the Gates. But maybe she’ll be meeting him on another battlefield soon enough …
“Hard to feel welcome when you’re a prisoner.” She scoffs loudly. “Yes, I am Sidra.” She doesn’t bother with the usual polite pleasantries, the ‘pleased to meet you’s and ‘how are you’s - after all, she’s not at all pleased to meet him, and she doesn’t give a damn about his wellbeing.
“Well, what do you expect of me while I’m here?” Her dark brown eyes peer into the pines around him, half expecting the Chamber’s resident douchebag (Gryffen) to make an appearance and gloat. She’s in a bit of a precarious position here. As a political prisoner, the Chamber could decide to ‘make use’ of her to prove a point, or to even jumpstart the war.
Though, her mother’s deal still prevents that. That is, if Chamberlings even believe in keeping their word.
The thought of Fiasko instantly makes her nervous. As she’d already noted, it’s been years since she last saw the painted mare. Sidra’s eyes finally return to Killdare’s face. “If I’m going to be stuck here, might I visit with my mother?”
“Hard to feel welcome when you’re a prisoner.” She scoffs loudly. “Yes, I am Sidra.” She doesn’t bother with the usual polite pleasantries, the ‘pleased to meet you’s and ‘how are you’s - after all, she’s not at all pleased to meet him, and she doesn’t give a damn about his wellbeing.
“Well, what do you expect of me while I’m here?” Her dark brown eyes peer into the pines around him, half expecting the Chamber’s resident douchebag (Gryffen) to make an appearance and gloat. She’s in a bit of a precarious position here. As a political prisoner, the Chamber could decide to ‘make use’ of her to prove a point, or to even jumpstart the war.
Though, her mother’s deal still prevents that. That is, if Chamberlings even believe in keeping their word.
The thought of Fiasko instantly makes her nervous. As she’d already noted, it’s been years since she last saw the painted mare. Sidra’s eyes finally return to Killdare’s face. “If I’m going to be stuck here, might I visit with my mother?”
Sidra
the wild child of jason x fiasko