I am the razor in the hands of your heart;
And I am the razor in the hands of God.
Evaline immediately regrets her decision to seek out this group the second the overly cheery stallion opens his mouth. Her golden ears lay flat against her poll in response to his request, and she lazily snorts through her soft skinned nostrils, which pimpled with sweat. Luckily for him, Valve was quick to find them as well, and Evaline was happy to take a back seat in this conversation. She welcomed her friend with the usual gusto -- a fanfare of a nicker is emitted through her parted lips, and she bobs her head in a grand gesture of sorts, showing just how happy she was to see Valve. It was a stark comparison to how she'd greeted this group of strangers. Even a shiver ran down the length of the palomino's spine when Valve touched her, but she did her best to contain the amusement it filled her with, even if a satisfied smirk began to tug at the corner of her lips.
"I found them wandering foolishly dune after dune with no real destination in mind, as far as I could tell." Evaline explains out loud to Valve, resisting the urge to add an insult to their collective title. "But none have offered an explanation as to why they're here." Evaline flicks her tail over her hocks in slight annoyance, but surveys the group all the same from behind her chocolate brown eyes. The smallest of the group, clearly the one who traveled here alone, doesn't bother to speak until Valve arrives and announces herself. She seems to have the most wits about her, and Evaline's stare is hard upon her as she assesses this. Her retort about being lost seems genuine enough.
Of the larger two, Evaline prefers the mare but doesn't care for her tongue. Why she chooses to respond to Evaline's valid statement with a quip about the weather is also annoying, but not quite as much as the whimsical stallion whose company she keeps. Nevertheless, Evaline doesn't hide the distaste she has for her tone. She is an intruder, after all. And Evaline was her elder (whether she liked having the title that was best defined as 'old' or not). The palomino mare was frustrated by this blue roan mare's lack of respect. But the way she addresses the smaller mare with such sympathy is curious to her, nonetheless. Evaline shoots a side-eye glare to Valve and chews absentmindedly on air, waiting to see how Valve chooses to receive them, or send them scurrying back to the shore.
17 | Arabian cross |14.2 | Palomino | Mother of Kasabian, Shamwari, Vita Nova, Paradiso, Ruxin & Talya | Vinyl |