Targwyn had never been nice to anyone and had no intention of starting now. The way the woman was raised left little to be desired. Her past was not unlike most, grieving those lost and left for dead. Although many would ultimately die of exposure and lack of no-how, Targwyn had somehow defied the odds. And because she had no one to teach her right from wrong, she learned what the streets had taught her. It hadn’t been a pretty lesson, but it was all she knew. While it might be noble to think the mare could change, realistically, she was too far gone to really make any sort of change, not that she wanted to anyway.
Just as she was coming up upon the pair, intend to shove her way past them if they chose not to move, the stallion and his little sewer rat veered off to the left. At least she wouldn’t have to look at that ugly looking creature any longer than she absolutely had to. However, it was his words that caused her brow to raise. Tourist. Ha! “Tourists are only here for a brief moment before they leave…” She paused as she continued on the pathway, raising her voice to he could hear it echo down his own path. “…you won’t be so lucky. I rather like it here.” Did she really like it here? Not particularly. Then again, she had yet to find a place that just really called out to her. But Solterra would be good enough for now. After all, this place was filled with drama and anarchy was just on the horizon. That was exactly where she wanted to be.
As she continued along the pathway, her pace slowed to somewhere more of a leisurely pace back in the direction she had come from at the start of this unfortunate meeting. She would simply have to find another way around. And if her appearance wasn’t creepy enough, Targwyn began to sing a song of horror and decay. Her voice, ironically, was sweet and would attract the innocent to come play the games she had in store for them. She had so many games…she only needed the players.
@Roshan
