Aofe’s hide prickled with excitement and, well, prickles, but she was sure she’d have time to groom later. She picked up her neat little hooves a little higher and held her head up, slouching was not an option when everyone around was now at least two heads taller than you. She gasped a little when she saw the new mare, she reminded her of depictions of the old god of the lake. A kelpie. She knew how it felt to be stared at and she blushed and tried hard not to look like she was fascinated but also not to look like she was looking away on purpose. She knew that felt just as bad sometimes when others looked at you in surprise and then suddenly averted their gaze. It made her feel like a freak. Although she did feel the kelpies piercing verdant gaze glance over her. Was that interest or hunger in her eyes?? Aoife chuckled quietly at the thought.
She let Mephisto speak first, before she introduced herself also.
“Hi there, I’m Aoife” she smiled in her trademark dewey-eyed manner, looking to Mephisto almost as if for approval. She was still childlike in many ways, a guileless little thing, as hard as she tried to seem worldly and experienced.
“I know I’m small but I feel I can be of use to the Queen and the court in some way or another.”
She shuffled her hooves penitently and stepped from one side to the other a little.
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