YOUR EYES GET DARKER EVERY DAY
01-27-2014, 09:45 PM
They were rams sizing each other up, snorting and pawing with horns at the ready. They were bulls charging forth, eyes red with fury. They were stallions, rearing and sputtering and charging into the fray. The two women were anything but friendly, though an onlooker might think otherwise just viewing their placid conversation. That is, until this most recent turn. Sendoa's question was easily answered, supposed attackers had broken her leg and she and Isardis had taken them down. Apparently, like old times. ?How lucky,? she mused - perhaps just a bit too sarcastically. It seemed she was already on her way back to Glaciem, though her comment about his caring sat very well with the Queen. Good, she was not under the false premise that she could just waltz in and return to her former glory. The crown the silver once wore now fit nicely atop Sendoa's head, and the blue had no intentions of removing it anytime soon. Argent would ask what she missed, and Sendoa recalled the events of the recent past. ?Isardis blinded and castrated the traitor, Deteste was put upon the Tortugan throne. There was an alliance with Ludicael, but that is uncertain due to their new leadership. A few more of the family have found their way to us, Roman and Sin among them.? Cleverly, and perhaps tactfully, she would avoid mentioning the search parties that had been sent out for her. Now was not the time to reassure her that Isardis still cared. Besides, that caring could have easily dissolved since then, and there was no point dredging it up now, was there? She snorted, rocking onto her haunches for comfort's sake. ?speech,? |