Not lovers? The two could have fooled her. She’d seen it all, mares loving mares, stallions loving stallions, and even the occasional individual loving an object. It didn’t really phase her now as it had when she was a wee bit younger. People could love and fuck whoever they wanted as long as they didn’t impede Sloane on whatever mission she had set out on. As long as they generally stayed out of her way, they weren’t a problem for her.
However, the fact that these two were not lovers and caught in such an embrace was interesting to say the least. Since they were not lovers, as the first so quickly put, then what were they? Surely they were bonded, close emotionally to one another, perhaps friends or sisters. Sloane never quite understood the bond between two best friends or the bond between sisters. Yes, she had a sister, two in fact, but she never felt as though she would embrace either one in such a manner. And a friend? Well, let’s just say that Sloane is lacking such relationships. No one, save for poor Imopoea, had ever even bothered trying to call her friend. Sloane wasn’t exactly friend material. She didn’t love fiercely, protect with her life, divulge her secrets for free, etc. She was more a one woman show.
She watches the two of them, watching how the more dominant of the two seems to shield her companion, her eyes staring Sloane down as if she was the one to be feared. Sloane only met her threatening gaze with a gaze of her own, this one full of warning. Sloane was not a fighter, she never had been, but she was not at all opposed to making enough ruckus that the monster who roamed this forest came to finish off the two trespassers.
The start of a smirk pulls at the corners of her lips as the other addresses her simply on her gender alone. “Mares…” She responds with a snarky sort of sarcasm that only Sloane could muster up. As if to add to the sarcasm of the moment, she gently cocks her hip as she waits. Don’t keep Sloane waiting too long. Do so and you’ll find that the only sort of conversation you’ll be having with her is one in which she’s walking away.
Perhaps Sloane had thought they had some sort of important business. Important business meant that there was knowledge to be known and secrets to be sold. But then the stranger kept talking, this time asking about a haven of sorts. Sloane sighs, her interest in these mares quickly fading. They wanted safety. But at what cost? What would she have to do in order to keep them safe? What did they have to offer her?
The speaker of the pair seemed to understand her unspoken words, offering their skill set: a soldier and a medic. Somnus might have use for the two of them, even if she didn’t. But it was the way in which she announces their name that almost makes her chuckle. That grin spreading like wildfire across her lips. “Sloane. Nobody.” It was said in a manner similar to how a Native American might say “How!” It was short and without emotion. She has to hold herself from busting out in a complete laugh. It was hard, but Sloane was accomplishing the task.
And then it comes: the inevitable question of help. Sloane sighs as she motions behind her. “Somnus might have use for you…”…because I simply do not. The only real use these mares had was stories. Stories and knowledge that she might be able to sell at a later point. Slowly she turns, her gait picking up pace as she leads the two towards the capital. Somnus would want to meet them, she supposed. Head peered over their shoulder, waiting to see if they were going to follow her. “Keep up…I don’t slow down for stragglers.” It was blunt and matter of fact. She wouldn’t hold back for anyone. If the monster showed up today, she’d be the first one out of this forest, leaving the two of them as bait.
@Kindred @Wren
