Common

Her indifference had been enough to stifle her senses. The words of the dainty mahogany mare jolt her back to reality as she visibly startles before the own ears flick backward in slight annoyance at her own jumpiness. This could have been worse. At least it is a woman. The words the other speaks are enough to illicit a soft down turn of a frown upon Anne's charcoal lips. "While a boy it may be, it does not matter. He is gone." While Jaskier had been gone before, the finality of his murder at the hands of Tyr was enough to shatter Anne. She does not share this piece of her story with the stranger before her even as she is mocked for her sorrow. Her own dark eyes flit to catch the silver-haired mare's gaze as she diverts into introductions. Anne offers a small grunt of acknowledgement before reminding herself that she should at least make an attempt at civility. "Anne Boleyn. I am here for I have already been in every other crevice of these islands." She signs softly, finding herself growing mentally weary at the idea of a lifetime of interactions such as these. "I have heard your name before, What brings someone such as you to these parts?" She returns the other's question in kind even as her gaze drifts to a lingering form somewhat behind the mahogany mare.

The blue-tinged mare keeps her gaze leveled upon the white-splashed form of the second mare to make an approach. Is it not odd to have a gaggle of mares standing around the Commons, of all places? The chilly wind whips her dark tendrils of a mane against her neck but the mare takes no notice. The woman arriving is not a stranger either as she had smelled her scent within the Lagoon's borders on occasion - this is the scent that had often clung to the hide of the monster she now despises. She inhales sharply as the pale woman introduces herself and finds her dainty ears once more flattening against the top of her skull, though this time she cannot quite quell the displeasure seeping into her bones. "I know of you and your home" she spits with slightly colder vehemence than she intended. "They let you remain there even after your interactions with a murderer?" She had not intended to disclose this information yet the words spew forth before she can contain them. She quiets now even as her chest heaves in barely repressed anger. She does not remove her gaze from the pale woman even though she is aware that the elegant bronzed creature may find this interaction all rather awkward. She is tired of dancing around everyone delicately.