Sloane had come here wanting to kill the little fucking squirrels and here they were, trying to compromise with them. She didn’t see how compromise would benefit them in the least bit. Their flames were destroying a perfectly good forest. These creatures were dangerous and needed to be herded far away. However, it seemed that the God and the king wanted to offer them sanctuary. Sloane sighed, this was not going in her favor in the least bit.
Realizing that she was going to be of no help, the mare began to turn to leave the gathering. However, just as she was mid turn, one of the squirrels jumped from the trees and landed squarely on her back. To say it startled the mare was an understatement. Although Sloane had never been one to show her surprise too much, it did illicit a response. Her head flung back, her ears pressed firmly against her skull. The squirrel seemed to understand that she did not want to be touched and was quick to leap from her back and join the rest of the squirrel gathering.
Only once the squirrel had removed himself (or herself?) from its perch upon Sloane’s back did the mare finally relax into a more neutral stance. “Fucking squirrels.” she said to herself. Sloane began to return to the task of walking away when she heard the king begin to share his sort of idea for where the squirrels could be displaced to. An island? Away from the others? Slowly she halted her turn away from the group and began to turn back towards Somnus.
She waits for him to finish speaking before she looks directly at Somnus. For once in her short time here, he has said something that truly peaked her interest. “Perhaps you can show me these islands?” She may not care where the squirrels will be housed, but a private island all to herself does sound tempting.
