By now Israfel was not surprised by the open hostility that she was met with. Denocte at its finest, honestly. The painted mare of mouse-grey and ivory seemed less than excited to see her, a look of contempt and disgust immediately warping her pretty little face into a rather unflattering appearance. The Sun Daughter could see the unbecoming expression through the darkness that hung heavy in the chamber, illuminated by the flicker of flames radiating from her own body as well as Solaris’. The halls glowed a warm ambient gold, revealing more in the dark chamber than previously seen. Vermilion eyes tore away from the two other equines to instead give the vast antechamber a once over, admiring its detail in a quick glance before focusing once more on the grullo. The darkly colored stallion did not warrant her attention, not as he began to shift and slink back into the shadows like an observing specter, seemingly content to just lean up against one of the stone pillars to witness whatever this was. ’Who do you think you are?’ Israfel only arched a brow. ’Making a big deal of your arrival doesn't look like 'just passing through' to me.’ An eye twitched. Wow. The Night Court really knew how to pick them. She wondered if all members of Denocte were like this; bitching, moaning, and complaining like spoiled children and throwing tantrums whenever they did not get their way. It seemed like every person she met from the Night Court fit nicely into that little category, and this woman only solidified the theory. They did not need to know why she and Solaris were there, and the robust black fellow seemed to understand that quite clearly. This girl, however, did not seem to understand such a fact. What a stuck up pig. “You’re an arrogant little spit fuck, aren’t you?” She asked, the rough timbre of her voice giving away just how very unimpressed and apathetic she was by the hostility. The Warden had encountered individuals like this before, creatures that were all bark and no bite, who were quick to be offended at every little thing. Ironically, most of them lived within Denocte. Ha. It would have honestly been quite funny if the reality of it all wasn’t so very sad. With a callous sort of sigh like an exhausted parent might do to their unruly child, the shield-maiden went on to explain. “It’s dark. Fire gives off light. Light helps you see. It isn’t that hard to understand.” Vermilion eyes tore away from the grullo mare, focusing instead on the lingering stallion. Honestly, Israfel liked him and he hadn’t even said anything. She didn’t trust him, of course not, but her respect for him was far more than what she felt for this bitching, whining woman. With a ruffle of her own gilded, flaming feathers, Israfel walked further into the chamber, intending to pass the paint mare by. The Warden of gold and ivory moved at a confident sashay, the sound of of her hooves scraping against stone echoing off of the otherwise silent walls. As they passed, Solaris’ lavender eyes narrowed at the grullo paint but she made no move or indication of violence, instead remaining perched upon Israfel’s croup, her fire still burning. Not even bothering to address the whiny woman, the Sun Daughter turned a piercing gaze upon the dark stallion, casting him a quick glance as she made to pass him by as well. Her lips formed a sympathetic frown. “I’m sorry you have to deal with that.” Meaning, of course, the ire of the unnamed mare. How unfortunate. “You seem like a smart man, though. What are your theories on this place?” And she grinned, rueful and dangerous, a knowing glint sparking within vermilion depths. He was not a fool and Israfel would not treat him like one, but she was intrigued. |
@Morrighan, @Erasmus
