Sloane is always rather irritable, but there are times that she can be a little more personable. Ipomoea had caught her on such a good day once, along the same rushing river beneath them. He had managed to catch her in a moment of weakness and for once, she had not been quite as snappy as she is now. It was a rare sight, but surely it would not be the only time she would be caught on such a day. Perhaps there would be several more of these rare occurrences that would eventually lead to them becoming a regular occurrence.
It has always been said that deep down in every individual, there is a flower waiting to blossom. That flower, after watering and nurturing, would bloom into something beautiful. Sloane had that flower buried deep within her soul. Unfortunately for her, she has never experienced kindness before. Her life had been nothing but uphill battles that calloused her heart and made it far more tougher to get to know the real Sloane, the Sloane that had been buried beneath years of neglect and abuse.
Sloane had not really expected the little filly to back down or go away, nor did she really expect her to stay and want to chat. However, the way she looked back at her, with a determination in her eyes that mimicked Sloane’s own, she almost looked as though she wouldn’t leave on principle, that she would stand up for herself. It was admirable, really.
However, when she said that she was out patrolling, Sloane gave her a pointed stare. Patrolling? Was she even old enough to be in the army? She didn’t look to be more than two, maybe a young three year old. Sure she was filling out in the chest and shoulders, but it didn’t scream army to her. "Your duty? Are you one of Somnus’ army?" She knew the answer to the question, but she asked it anyway. Truth be told, she was a little curious about her answer. Would she admit to being too young, or would she speak as though she had already gone through boot camp and made the cut.
Perhaps Sloane should be a little nicer to the filly, but honestly, she just didn’t care. There were very few things in life that she cared about, and protecting innocence was not one of them. In fact, the only real thing that Sloane valued in life was the art of buying and selling secrets. However, as she was learning, Novus was lacking in anything of value. Perhaps she should move on…then she wouldn’t be anyone’s problem anymore. Then again, Sloane rather liked to press people’s buttons just to see how far they would bend before they snapped.
@Maerys
