Inkheart
JUST LIKE FIRE, BURNING OUT THE WAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
IF I CAN LIGHT THE WORLD UP FOR
JUST ONE DAY WATCH THIS MADNESS
COLORFUL CHARADE NO ONE CAN
BE JUST LIKE ME ANYWAY
Inkheart would never have predicted that she would have such an interesting conversation with this mare. Simply because she had viewed the pretty lass as something of a prissy, pompous little lady. Perhaps it was the golden curls, the sparkling eyes. The sharp glance she receives, the unamused reply tells Inkheart that this is something she's had to repeatedly tell others, perhaps something she's even had to defend. Amusement dances in her golden orbs and for a moment, it might seem like Inkheart is about to haughtily denounce Bexley for her lack of might and status, dismiss her as an unworthy peasant. That's the face that Inkheart makes....
Until she offers a conspiratorial grin. It widens even further when the palomino suggests that the favor she has received might have been gained in an indecent manner. Indecent.. favors. Although Inkheart is not above such means, the idea amuses her greatly. "How kind of you to notice his favor! But I am no great warrior either." What she doesn't say is that, even with that truth, she will never back down from a fight, and will use what ever violent, twisted means necessary to rid the world of evil incarnate. But her smile does not reveal this secret. "I am a sage, a priestess more like, for our most blessed Solis, praise his name."
She glances skyward toward the sun to indicate the glowing orb. Upon returning her gaze to Bexley, she narrows her eyes ever so slightly. "Of course I'm sure you're an ardent worshiper of our patron god?"
