The Lost Islands
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~Primping the Prison Cell~

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Word after word was a spiral of vexing disarrangement for the red splashed mare. With a quick but powered sigh, she blew the hair from her face, the steady edge of her stare unmoved. While her claimer went on about his apparent panic over the proposition, she did little more then slowly blink, attempting with her flat expression to understand any of the feelings he had behind his explanations, should they even exist. On occasion, she practically forced herself to swallow a high, sarcastic laugh with blaring, demeaning comments, instead biting her tongue, taking a long, strained breath, and interjecting halfway calmly:

"I don't remember us making conditions before coming here. I remember a descent conversation being interrupted by your teeth." So maybe she wasn't one hundred percent un-edged, but her bitten words could have been far worse marred, and something about the condemning yells the male spat at the sea-destined other made her assume he wouldn't take too much offense. "And don't flatter yourself; it would only need a mother. Raising another Nimbus would defeat the purpose of getting another stallion at all. Twice the problem, see?" Her half-open stare drifted to the barren dessert slopes, waving like the nearby waves with the low cut breeze. Atop them, only Kahawa idled, coming up on their conversation to make her own contribution, as was only fair. The fellow red roan strafed to the side, coming to the pitiful realization that their small congregation was really all there was. It was their three. Just the trio atop mountains of potential. But without a sane lead, she feared it would remain the sun baked wastes of neglected beauty that it seemed to her.

"And you're 'handling' the two of us so well." She grazed, smiling to the younger femme. She wasn't too sure about how Nimbus could have handled the apparent father who strode off into high waters, but she was certain he could do damage, when wanted. Whether it would be intentional or even helpful harm was beyond her, but he was definitely capable of damage. As his head approached her for a faint brush, she winced. Is he allowed to be this dang confusing? Her thoughts roared, some heat rushing to her head from the contact, and for once in a rare set of occasions she was glad to be the color of a blush, that it may hide. Almost immediately after the warmth of shocked embarrassment came the heat of perplexed hate, and her eyes turned jagged as they darted to face him.

"Wha- you think I wanted you to up and mount me today or something? I thought us creatures of logic, that an idea could be given to be thought over! Maybe you want to sleep on it! Maybe you want to fix a couple breaking relationships lying around first!" Catching herself before too much, she knew her words were widely uncalled for. He obviously had some sort of disorder, after all, where he failed to pick up social or emotional queues, so it was unfair of her to hark based off a misunderstanding...yet it was a humiliating misunderstanding, and the dog will never learn without a few squirt of water to the face. Raising a chin with attempted dignity, the rash-hued mare slung her mane from one side to the other. "Children are said to bring out the base of one's character. My goal for this is for you to become more understandable." Purely selfish. She added to herself, if only to persuade her conflicted mind. With a flurry of flustered blinks, she faced the girl of her own color, peace washing over her at the eager desire for comprehendible company.

"I want to get to know you more." She changed her tone to something daring with a smile eased onto her face. "Because it must take something special to follow an insane brute like ours willingly." Her head tilted, wondering if the only other female of the land was as eager as she to step away and breathe into some relaxing girl talk. Maybe she could help whatever was on Kahawa's mind, as well.

Age 5 ~ female ~ Uncommitted ~ Noip



OOC: Sorry for the wait...real life probs ect.

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