Spice of her fucking life. Spice was disgusting. It made her tongue tingle and that was never a pleasant feeling. Sloane liked the amount of spice in her life like she like horse shit on her hooves. She hated it. Give her some dull and boring any day. At least with dull and boring, she didn’t have to worry about messing up her hair or looking grungy. At least with dull and boring, she also didn’t have to talk to people. Socializing was also NOT her cup of tea. Then again, Sloane didn’t really have a cup of tea to begin with.
There was very little in life that Sloane enjoyed. Enjoyment was for pussies and she did not think she fell into that category. But unlike most days, when she wallowed away in self pity on her private little island, Sloane was exploring. Most of the time, Sloane did not like exploring. It was unfamiliar territory and yet, she did somewhat like the idea of possibly stumbling onto secrets. You know, the kind that get people killed. Sloane was an expert snooper, an Olympic eavesdropper, a masterful spy (or so she thought).
She had meandered down into the plains (really, she came here because the terrain was flat…and Sloane hated any sort of workout) in search of anything interesting. Sloane, my dear reader, is pretty much the vulture of Novus. She sticks around to inhale all the gossip so she can go around spreading rumors and starting shit. She likes to make life chaotic for others, but never for herself.
She can see this fluffy winged thing and decides that she is not interesting enough to bother. And so, she begins to trudge past her in search of someone a little more flavorful when she hears the other nicker. It was like a cute little nicker. What about Sloane made it seem like she wanted to be bothered, let a lone nickered at? Nothing. Not a damn thing. And yet, here she was, being nickered at. It took everything in Sloane to keep her reaction to only the rolling of her eyes. "Can I help you?" Her tone was less than pleasant or amused. She only offered the mare a smidge of attention. What could she possibly want?
@Willoughby – SO SORRY YOU ARE STUCK WITH MY CRABBY PATTIE
