“For all evils there are two remedies - time and silence.”
― Alexandre Dumas, The Count of Monte Cristo
Even the stars hope to see,
The buds of hope that bloom for thee.
Being a soldier as Rordrigo had been, understanding the trade since his colthood days, it was not difficult for him to comprehend Vulcan law. The land belonged to the sisterhood that called it home and their rule was law, perfectly acceptable to Rodrigo though most of his sex would vehemently disagree to say that stallions were the only one's capable of making law. This had a lot to do with why Rodrigo was easily accepted into many different crowds. It had much to do with the quiet reserve about him. The patient smile on his face as he read how Taytim rather did not like Vulcan law and likely could not comprehend the logic behind it. The tall smoky bay hellion made no attempts to understand, but offered the respect where it was due. After all, he had carelessly allowed the both them to waltz into these peaks. Ignorance was not bliss, and soldiers knew this basic training lesson well.
She seemed to return his gestures and he was perfectly ready to accept her leaving. Rodrigo was a quiet soul, but more or less an honest man, sincere and true to his word. When Taytim finished to say she was going to say, he was taken by surprise. The expression was brief before the calm reserve was returned, his smile broadened just a little bit. Her time to foal seemed to be drawing close and he felt a mountain lifted knowing he could still be close enough to protect her through this time. "I would very much enjoy that Miss Taytim," said the hellion warmly. He made no further company as to said alternative.
YSABELLANAZEKA THE PIRATE QUEEN
Ysabellanazeka of the Mountain of 1087, the lands that formed the outskirts of the Lion's empire was bothered by being excluded from this conversation as if she were a stupid child. "Don't mock my intelligence my darlings, the desert born have been around for thousands of years." And she was well aware they were referring to her. "How knows, this big boy might not want to leave when I'm through with him. And then what are we to do with you?" One eye brow lifted, her words mildly suggestive and her cold, piercing gaze aimed at the little mare before turning to the hellion. The Pirate Queen had herself a great collection of snide exchanges with the little woman. She had to say the lady was quite amusing and for a moment Ysabel studied the mare as a suitor might the women he were to court.
Silence befell the trio and the buckskinned she-bandit tossed her mane somewhat elegantly, turning to the horizon where there were other equines moving about and having interactions of their own. When the petite minx spoke Ysabel's attentions were returned, she laughed softly like a temptress holding all the cards and dangling them before the other players. After a moments time the sand-smoothed vixen floated on over to the dark chocolate mare and there was amusement mingled with ice in her fair desert carved face. She was as inviting as a kitten with a good set of daggers ready hand. "I find you to be cute and amusing little Taytim…don't push your luck." With that she snorted and blew on the little mare's locks as means of messing them up some, and then turned to go deeper into the peak.
"Now…come along kids. Don't make have to call the sentinels." Her eyes rested on the stallion as he motioned slowly behind, encouraging Taytim wish a soft nicker.
RODRIGO
the spaniard |