a new world hangs outside the window
beautiful and strange
it must be I've fallen awake
I must be

The dark mare watches as Nekharat seems to deflate, as if Wasp's explanation took the wind out of her sails. Confused, the Prime Minister of the Peak begins to soften. Her stance becomes less stiff and her overall demeanor just slightly less defensive. She bats her tail eagerly over her haunches as Nekharat speaks, her words lacking the intensity and eagerness she came in with.

Wasp stands blankly in the red mare's presence then, befuddled by her abrupt turn to leave. Her heart begins to pound against her chest as she watches the lean mare pivot. She catches her breath in her throat and snorts quickly in an effort to expel it. "That's it?" She calls back, one dark ear flicking forward and back before settling at the side of her head. "That doesn't seem right." She spits back out at her, taking a step and then another, toward the departing mare.

Wasp snorts again as her amber eyes settle on her, waiting to gauge if her quip would garner any reaction. "I'm not going to apologize if my explanation isn't what you wanted to hear." She says, eyeing her. "But what's wrong? I'm trying to be helpful here, and clearly I'm no good at it."

She knows her personality can be, well, offputting to some. Or at least that's how Macabre used to try to describe it. "Lighten up a little." She can hear her dam's voice in her head now. "A little kindness goes a long way." She breathes a heavy sigh then, and lets the muscles in her neck and shoulders relax, dropping her into a more slumped position. "I can tell you... you really want to do something here. You really want to be a part of something. And we need that kind of energy. I don't want to discourage you." She offers in her own attempt to backtrack.

"I can smell Tinuvel all over you. Is it wrong to assume that someone there got in your head?"

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