As the amber mare speaks of a mutual disrespect, and how respect should be passed between herself, her kin, and the pale-stroked copper beast before her, he indicates his cream muzzle to the forest, asking for conformation of what she spoke of. The Mustang nods her head in reply, dark gaze scanning the dimly lit trees that made up the forest, identifying each sister Dryad silently by name. The way he looked though, it seemed as though he did not believe in the sprite and her family, but she decided to let this pass rather than loosing her temper again; he would learn in time. After she speaks of a pact between the two, a promise to believe in and submit to the proud stallion's rule, he seems surprised, umber orbs widening in shock, but quickly shaking it off. He speaks of her offer being tempting, like the fruits of the tree of life, and she smiled, not knowing the lust-filled thoughts that filled the stallion's head. She then watches his strong frame step forward, extending his muzzle out, and she can feel the warmth of his breath on her skin, and she extends her own muzzle, paper nostrils flaring, gently inhaling the king's own scent.

He then speaks again, deep lyrics still surprisingly new to the Dryad's cupped ears, nonetheless, she remains intent on hearing what he has to say, so she listens closely, picking up on every word. He speaks of how he does not intend to hurt her family, how in fact, he wishes to protect it to the best of his abilities. A sigh of relief passes through the lightly built sprite, Rhaego now having confirmed himself not to be a threat to her or her people. He has a firmness in his voice, which Aileen places with him being a king and wanting those he ruled over to understand that they were below him in rank and would be best to listen. The tawny appaloosa is thrilled when he says he'll allow her to remain in the Dale, but, under some conditions of his own: She has to tell him what her duty as a guardian entails, wanting to know if it would interfere with her faithful following in his rule. She speaks, voice calm and collected, much more so than before, now that she knew he was not a threat, regardless of his disbelief in her race's existence, "My duty entails protecting this forest from all who would wish harm upon it, from drought, and from sickness. If what you say about your own wish to protect this forest is true, then my job should not interfere with your rule. I am just a protector, and if you truly wish not to see this forest that protects your herd fall into disrepair and poor health, then I would only be there to help and serve you, Rhaego. I will do my best to balance between my duties and your commands, but at times I may be gone a while, but you will always find me in your Dale's forests. I assure you of that. If I leave to ensure other forests' health, I will tell you before I leave. Otherwise, I will always be here." The words she spoke had incredible sincerity and seriousness; she meant every word she said, and hoped that Rhaego would understand and allow her to remain in the Forbidden Dale, as its forest's defender. She now looks into his own mocha orbs, hers doe-like and silently pleading for the king's acceptance.

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