She hadn’t realized just what sort of uproar she was walking into, but the moment she arrived in Day Court, she could sense that something was brewing on the horizon. Something here was unsettling those that lived here. There were whispers in the street of someone who had killed the Day Court’s queen. Whispers that the stallion who had done so was mostly unwanted and unwelcome in this court. So naturally, the mare was interested. If the people didn’t want him here, then she would fight to keep him here. After all, this was just the sort of chaos she wanted to encourage.
She walked along the streets, eying those that called this place home. She could tell the ones that were fearful of what was to come, those that were angry about the turn of events, those that were ready to rebel, and the few that were uncertain. Their whispers and body language told the story their words did not.
It wasn’t long before her wandering lead her directly in the path of the would-be dictator. She had seen this sort of take over before and dictatorship and fear was all that would keep this place in line. He seemed like just the wort to get the job done.
She comes up alongside him, falling into step with him. She does not draw attention to her position. The only thing that gives her away is the flick of her ear towards him and the words that leave her lips, destined for him. “You’ve caused quite the uproar it seems.” Slowly she turns her head to look him fully in the eye. “I’m rather fond of uproar.” She says nothing more, allowing him to take what he wanted from her words. She wasn’t necessarily on anyone’s side, but she would always favor those that were looking to disrupt the natural order of things. He had potential. She would give him that much.
@Raum
