When the filly mentioned that she was correct and that she was a member of Somnus’ army, Sloane couldn’t help the way her lips curled into a grin, the way a chuckle started deep within her chest and slowly bubbled to the top. Sloane didn’t believe the girl. Who in their right mind would enlist a filly to protect a kingdom? Then again, it was Somnus. The man had less balls than a field mouse.
But, because Sloane was trying to a little nicer (call it her New Years Resolution that started whenever she damn well felt like it), she said nothing to the filly. Instead, she let the girl feed into the delusion that she was actually helping Somnus, that she was actually protecting Delumine. No one protected Delumine. No one protected them from the fires. The people of Delumine were nothing but on their own, left to fend for themselves and hope that some day, they might actually figure it out.
And then the filly kept on talking. Her eyes drew wide, the smug smile on her lips curved closer to her ears. "Well, at least someone is thrilled to serve the court, the sovereign, and whoever else you said." Gods. Gods meant nothing to Sloane. She didn’t worship them, she certainly didn’t serve them, and she expected nothing from them in turn. They were glorified individuals who thought themselves to be seated in the highest seat of power. In reality, they were nothing but egotistical pansies.
Her question about what she did made her pause in contemplation. It wasn’t often that she was asked what her role in this court was. Did she even have a role? Really, all she did was lay around, irritate people, and eat. However, she couldn’t very well say such a crass answer when the filly was speaking as though she had come from a medieval era. "I doth lay around, eateth of the grass, and enchant people with my gift of comedy." But by the time she was done eating, she erupted into laughter. This medieval slang was definitely not her cup of tea. Yes, she was making fun of the girl. Life’s tough, get a helmet if it bothers one too much.
@Maerys