mare | mutt | blue roan | 15.2 | inlet | frost
olaf x xina

Gnome was a tolerant stallion; he seemed to handle Xiomara’s hot and cold nature rather well now that he had come to Tinuvel. She was still testing him of course and she felt the stirring of laughter bubble up in her chest at seeing the effects she had on him. Giving space allowed him to settle; his posture relaxing and so the blue woman did the same. Turning her azure eyes towards the landscape outside of the cave; her pink nostrils flaring as she took a deep breath of the crisp air, it came out on a hefty sigh.


“There is no explaining how I tick, not even to myself.” she replied honestly, ears flicking indifferently to try and show a lack of caring to his second question. “The others that live here are not pleased with my reign. So they stick to themselves, I suppose hoping that I will eventually go away.” Xiomara knew she could drive them out; make them homeless for their actions. But the Queen had been too busy keeping herself entertained with other things. Her blue gaze glancing over to Gnome at the thought.


“And what makes you tick, stallion? Are you here to gather a harem and spread your seed so that your spawn can rule across the Islands?” The mare snorted at that, ears briefly flicking back against her ebony mane in agitation. But her sharp gaze did not leave his face, as if daring him to agree with her statement.