’...don’t know how relaxed I can be considering I’m your prisoner….’ The flatness of the mare’s sarcasm is an amusing acknowledgement and draws a smirk across the Desert Queen’s ash-dusted features. A small huff of acknowledgment rumbles from her concave breast as the mahogany woman continues to lead the way far from the Dunes border. ”Depends on your interpretation of prisoner.” she offers in an equally sarcastic tone, despite the humored smile tugging the corners of her lips upward.
When Nyimara pauses again, the little bird moves boldly forward, closing the distance of space between them. Instinctively, Nyimara turns her near-black ooids to meet her companion’s cold gaze as the little smokey mare speaks up.
Teagan. The name she gives for herself and the Desert Queen acknowledges it with a flick of her raven-dipped ear. A dismissive snort escapes her paper-thin nostrils as the Desert Queen offers the girl a patronizing smirk.
”Say what you will, but your wings are clipped little Teagan.” she purrs, pausing to flick her unusually long whipcord against the sleek curve of her hip.
”He has filled your head with fanciful stories as easily as he has filled you with his seed. Do you honestly believe you are his first? His only?” The amusement in her honey-soaked voice is venom-filled as her near-black eyes narrow on the dark girl.
”Lucifer is the cage. His harem the chain and the child you carry a shackle around your throat.” she hisses, the disdain clear. She knew the likes of him. She had been a victim herself once upon a time. The spider. His web of lies and sterling chains had once twisted around her own throat and left her drowning in the depths of hopelessness. If it weren’t for Shenzi’s fire to stoke her own smoldering flame, Nyimara has no doubt that she would have disappeared in the Lagoon. She would never have become the mare she is now without her and for that, regardless of what happens between them now and in the future, Nyimara would forever be grateful.The Desert zephyrs curl around them now, twisting the curling ends of her silver-white tresses and making them dance to a silent melody. Pale lashes blink away the memories as once more the mask of indifference slides effortlessly into place across her exotic facade.
”We may have differing opinions on that black bastard now…” she purrs, continuing forward down the well-worn path that led toward the sheltering stand of joshua and date trees.
”But perhaps some time apart might remove those rose-colored blinders you have let him put over your eyes…. Teagan.” she murmurs, a chuckle rumbling from her lungs.
”Come on, I’ll show you to water. The rest I’ll leave to you to figure out. Unless you would like to learn my secrets.” she finishes, an impish grin upon her lips.