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The overlayed queen would ascend from the foliage and shrubbery to appear before him, a fair distance a way. She did not trust him, and he did not trust her. They were strangers, both very capable of snapping the other's neck. Both perfect artists of war. Her gaze fell with neutrality upon him, a wonderment as to his game as his deep baritones danced across her ears. A coy smirk would press against her lips, and she would flick her tail gently between her hocks. The Sovari woman would roll her eyes and continue to stand.

"Oh! Walking entertainment, then do dance for me, phoenix!" she called to him. His eyes were like fire, smoldering against his visage as powerfully as sarcasm dripped from her chords. Dubbing him a nick name and reclining to her haunches the elegant warrior would curl her toes into the dirt and her coy simper would curve into a far more salacious grin. "Let's be honest, judging by your visage, you're either an incredibly drawl performer, or you like to fight a bit too much," Teal eyes burned with condensed amusement and she only wondered what he was thinking. Ambushing the little girl? It would be an interesting notion...certainly...however, she too was no perfectly put together bodice. She too had her lacerations, and though for her age they were extreme, for the same reason they were few.

Speech!