Vendetta looks at the hippocampus’ toothy smile and pauses for a moment as if to consider. Did she really think that the unicorn would return here to seek her company? “Perhaps,” she says, but knows it is highly unlikely. Vendetta rarely leaves the Solterran proper except for very important matters of business.
And trips to the oasis for friendly conversation and unwarranted flirtations are not matters of business. Nor very important.
She is suddenly struck by the sight of 2 additional pairs of eyes opening upon the woman’s face and Vendetta narrows her sharp, ruby gaze. How curious, how strange. That doesn’t seem usual of hippocampuses, nor the sharp teeth she keeps getting glimpses of. Who, exactly, is this bizarre woman?
“Yes…” the unicorn responds, not having time to say much else before the hippocampus is gone, within the depths of the oasis. Idly, she thinks, as she turns to cross the desert toward the court, if she should warn anyone about the horse living in their freshest source of drinking water out in the desert.
"Speaking."
And trips to the oasis for friendly conversation and unwarranted flirtations are not matters of business. Nor very important.
She is suddenly struck by the sight of 2 additional pairs of eyes opening upon the woman’s face and Vendetta narrows her sharp, ruby gaze. How curious, how strange. That doesn’t seem usual of hippocampuses, nor the sharp teeth she keeps getting glimpses of. Who, exactly, is this bizarre woman?
“Yes…” the unicorn responds, not having time to say much else before the hippocampus is gone, within the depths of the oasis. Idly, she thinks, as she turns to cross the desert toward the court, if she should warn anyone about the horse living in their freshest source of drinking water out in the desert.
