It’s nice to meet you, Sloane. A pleasure. Someone forgot to mention to this doe/horse/thing/whateverthefucksheis that Sloane was probably the worst welcoming party. It was rarely, more like never, a pleasure to meet her. The mare could be sour and crass, direct and sometimes insulting. Nothing about Sloane was pleasurable, but she supposed she would let the other think what she wanted. Couldn’t hurt, could it?
The topic easily switched from pleasantries to the magical portal that brought Cally here. Sloane couldn’t ever say that she had seen a magical portal before, let alone walked into one. Then again, she didn’t remember exactly how she made it to Novus, one giant fucking island. Perhaps she had stumbled on a magical portal by accident. One thing’s for certain, Sloane would have never knowingly walked through an unknown portal. She was smarter than that, clearly smarter than Cally. "Pretty stupid, amateur move." That was a nice way of putting it. Sloane could have said so many things. And yet, Sloane was trying to install a filter in place and while it worked on occasion, for the most part she still said what she felt - harsh and direct or not.
But besides the fact that she had stupidly walked through a magical portal and gotten her doe-self warped into some sort of funny looking thing, she was still in Delumine. Novus was not exactly a small place and there were tons of other places she could have ended up, perhaps some place with a more friendly welcoming committee.
Her answer was long and drawn out, probably unnecessarily long with information that Sloane probably didn’t care much for. But she said nothing, her yellow eyes only resting on the girl, judging her as she spoke. "Watch out for the squirrels…they set shit on fire." While most, if not all the squirrels had been contained on the island next to her own, she didn’t put it past the little bastards to swim off the island and back to the forest.
@Callynite
