[SWP] we're gonna start a fight

[Makeda]

Fire and smoke had been her last memory of Solterra's great capitol, and now here it sat in the throes of ice and snow. Two extremes in so little time, it truly was a terrible stroke of misfortune- misfortune that Makeda had, of course, acknowledged, but did not seem to sympathize with in the slightest. She did, however, find herself growing increasingly agitated by the freezing temperatures that spread across the nation as a whole. She was cold, she was hungry, and she had no means of remedying either issue... that was until she reached the sprawl of civilization, at least. Here she could sate both needs and that was very much her intention. The young Davke girl walked the snow-dusted streets without as much of a flicker of care in her eyes. She was not so easily recognized as her sister when it came to flagging a so-called savage, perhaps one of the few perks of living in the shadow of another. Not a single soul suspected her as one of the horde who set these roads ablaze, to them she was simply another pretty (frozen) face in the crowd. Makeda lavished in the thought as she stopped at the closed door of what she could only assume was something of a pub. Her thoughts had been interrupted by a ruckus coming from inside, enough to bait the mare into slithering inside to bury her nose where it did not belong. She was greeted by immediate warmth, nearly causing her skin itself to sigh with relief while it began to unthaw from the cold. Yet it was not the heat of the fire that succeeded in catching her interest, but rather the threatening voices of not one, but two supposed peacekeepers. Makeda sashayed through the crowd, her own voice spilling pleasantly from her lips. "My, my aren't you both just the life of the party." She knew not of the mare's identity, though the collar that so snugly hugged her neck spoke to her past; one of Viceroy's child soldiers, if she remembered correctly. It always seemed peculiar to her that so many of them continued to adorn the metal pieces, but she bore no interest in inquiring. The other one, though... she knew him. Jahin. Makeda glided easily to him, a snake-like smile gleaming upon her face. "Colour me disappointed," she murmured into his ear, "have you no taste for fun?" She spun away from Jahin, making sure to brush him with her tail as she swept back into the crowd. "I for one would love to see some knives thrown, anyone else?" The scorpion sang to them, nearly laughing at the thought of such a thrill.  Now where was the food? Surely someone in here was desperate enough. - - - - - - - - @jahin @teiran image © lunarblues