Surrounded by children, she begins to feel like a mother hen. They speak big words, and they puff out their breasts, perhaps in an attempt to vye for her attention and win her over like some sort of lovesick little girl, but she knows that they have only just a season or two ago grown into the muscular swell of their breasts and found a thickness in their knees.

By their words alone, she knows that Noctis is perhaps younger then the white stallion, only in the difference between their growing bodies.

After all, they still looked young and fresh compared to the feminine curve of her neck and hips- a woman long ago well rounded and become an adult long before they were even after thoughts to their fathers. “You’re probably more apt to learn from all the strapping young men in abundance here.” A quip- a jab at the youthful ages of the two men, interrupted only by the presence of a man that appears to be closer to her in age and experience.

Oh, what an eloquent speaker.

He too, speaks curtly of escape, and Yazheen laughs. It is a bitter, unnatural sound coming from her lips. The smile does not reach her eyes, and for a moment someone would think she was mocking them. Of course, the two younger lads were perhaps as of yet inexperienced with the bitterness of woman, but she suspected that the elder one could glean her sharpness. “Judging by the welcome committee, I think I should be lucky to take a piss by myself here.”

Leaning towards the as of yet unnamed stallion, she bats her eyes and whispers. “Would you like to watch, my little ghost?” Another brash bout of laughter. There is no fear. They can beat her, and they can kill her, but that would only fulfill her life’s destiny. Yazheen dreamed of dying in combat, covered in her own blood and those of her attackers. It is that way she will find her way into heaven.

They continue to talk over her, more interested in measuring their instruments and perhaps trying to create some false brotherhood amongst themselves. Chuckling to herself, Yazheen finds herself dismissed and free to go about her business, and turns to continue her leisurely limp through the lagoon.