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The russet girl stumbles back and glares up at him. “I think it is you that needs to watch where you are going.” he hisses at her. This does not please the girl nor lighten her mood. Who in the hell did he think he was? Baffled by his ignorance, her mouth falls agape. "D-d-do you NOT know w-who you are talking to?" she practically yells at him (out of embarrassment that she had bumped into him) but she was too stubborn to admit her error.. "I am the queen of Tinuvel," she lies with the smoothness of a practiced story teller, "now, step aside I have important business to attend to."

Lies. Lies. All of it lies. But what was the truth? That her mother was a herd mare? That she didn't know who her father was? No, that is not story she wanted to tell. No. Being a Queen of the frozen northland was a better story. And it demanded respect. With her patience gone she steps to the left of him with an annoyed huff.

The russet girl hooves find an unfamiliar path that winds across the clearing. She did not know where this path took her but she had to continue her charade. "ah yes, the path that will take me to the..." what some of the names of places here on the islands? Her brow furrows for a brief moment as she tries to remember at-least one that her mother had said "prairie." she announces. But it felt wrong. Was the Prairie here? No wait. She really didn't even know where she was.. With a nervous chuckle she plays it off as if it were an actual place. Well, she better be off...

"Good bye..." she snorts.