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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2016 23:12:19 GMT -6
JALA Jala squinted one eye, and his snout wrinkled slightly until it had twisted into a visible expression of confusion.
He was used to hearing quick quips and dodgy sentences, the same kind his younger brother might use to try and wiggle out of trouble whenever he was caught doing something he shouldn't. It was odd hearing that from an adult. Even for her small size, Jala had already deduced that Selora was older than him. Even if something wasn't wrong, well, she seemed awfully lost in thought to reply to his statements all at once. Lucky for her, that one of those excuses hit the childish soft spot Jala struggled to contain everyday. "A bird?" His head keened upwards and he swung it around, trying to find a bird that apparently doing strange dives. Those massive ears atop his head swivelled, and when he could not locate the fictional bird, Jala swished his tail in disappointment and grumbled to himself. "Musta' flown off now." "Well, I'm not s'much a child anymore, I guess." The quagga grunted. He liked to think that of course. Being fifteen meant he was a grown stallion now, but every once in a while he'd rather put aside his responsibilites and relax for a day. Ever since he'd left home, Jala would admit, his leisure time had been cut short significantly.
...Eh. Just because he was a grown stallion didn't mean he couldn't have his sweet tooth anymore, right? Pleased with his decision, Jala ordered his tea and sat patiently at his side of the table. Thus, the odd silence and the awkward discomfort rose again. He had no idea what to say; completely naive and oblivious to what was going on, other than whatever tension Selora might possibly be feeling-- and here he was, sitting at a table with an outsider. That alone was enough to put a barrier between him and his normally social behavior, and unfortunately it was hard to help. "So...uh..." After long drawn silence, the quagga spoke again. His golden eyes diverted onto the table. "How have things been? Here in Inaria?" He asked quietly. "Do you like it here?" He gets the feeling he had asked that question before.
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Post by PennthePony on Dec 1, 2016 16:06:30 GMT -6
He was still just standing over there, probably interrogating her poor fidgety contact - damn the merchant if he broke. Though he wouldn't be the first. She would simply slip him a forgetting potion just like she did all her other contacts that couldn't hold their end of the deal. The produce merchant would be no different. By the looks of it, he was not exactly holding his own as the dark stallion leaned closer, seemingly growling hushed statements at him. The merchant looked as if he might shit a brick at any moment. And Cascade forbid that he would.
Selora turned her uneasy attentions back to the quagga stallion, though she could hardly call him a Stallion. Despite him being taller than her, he was still very very young. Much younger than her in fact. "Yes, yes. Of course you aren't, dear." Her adept hearing had heard his grumbling, though she kept her calm, warm smile.
Taking a sip of her hot tea, wrinkling her nose slightly at the bitterness, Selora slipped a sugar cube into the mug and absent-mindedly stirred a small spoon within the amber liquid. Perhaps she wouldn't be found out today. Perhaps she would be safe, perhaps her plans would go through and no one would have to get hurt. No one would need her to intervene, no not at all. She could reassure any of her possibly traitorous contacts that she was dangerous herself. She had connections that were much more deadly than a banishment to The Wilds...
And there was that damned question again. The Ambassador could have sworn he had asked it before. Several times, actually.
"Things have been...peaceful, at best. I definitely prefer this beautiful city over the simply primeval Sedo. I do beg my own pardon, but if I must be truthful, I do not wish to return to those deserts. Aquore fits my needs much, much more... adequately, I would say. Despite the amounts of dirty heathens that deface the beautiful streets. Rogues, I mean, dear." Selora answered as honestly as possible, knowing Jala was not expecting it. She liked to surprise, sometimes.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 2, 2016 15:15:52 GMT -6
JALA
Jala raised his brows slowly, and then they furrowed again, golden eyes glancing upward at her againbefore he brought his eyes down to the table in thought, fixating them to the hot cup of tea that was slid to his side of the table by a waiter. "Thanks," the youth utters to the older stallion. But he did not yet drink his tea. After several moments of childish obliviousness the young teenager was starting to sense
a stranger air, and a gut feeling told him that something wasn't quite right with her. With or without he had never really heard someone speak so ill of their homeland aloud, and it made him ponder. He couldn't really imagine it was that weak of lie--if it was--from what he observed Selora was a very tidy mare and seemed to have a hatred for dirt. And it wasn't only Selora who seemed to uneasy. Slowly his eyes had drifted to other places--voluntarily to avoid making eye
contact, and some of the staff appeared...at edge. "You're...staying here? But---" The quagga hybrid's jaws went ajar, "But, don't you have family in Sedo? Not that I'm saying I'm against the idea, but---" He trembled over his words a little bit. He had never really comprehended the idea of outsiders staying in Aquore. Wasn't there a law that outsiders could not rise to nobility? With such a tidy, tiny, and proper mare that she was, Jala questioned if whether or not Selora could survive living the life of a Talori Commoner. Jala had been raised into the lifestyle; and even though he sought the dream of reaching nobility and fame, he had been trained
with the patience to work his way up slowly. He didn't know Selora's life story, and for all he knew she could have grown up on wealth. Though briefly, the awkward tone in his voice seemed to melt away into something more genuine and serious. Then Jala spoke:
"If you're gonna leave your old home behind, then you better be ready for the sacrifices. I may not be the smartest guy
around, but I know. I have four brothers and sisters that I've left back home..." And although Jala didn't have miles of ocean and desert between them like Selora did, he very well feared how his father might greet him enough not have gone back. It broke his heart, knowing that he wouldn't wake up in the presence of his younger siblings. Hopefully, he would come across one of them somewhere on the streets, and in good health. Taking patient sips of his tea, Jala turned his attention back his surroundings. Steadily the atmosphere seemed to creep up on them. Again, that suspicious feeling had begun to weigh down on his withers. "Hey," Jala inquired as he sets aside his tea again. "Can we get out of here? I don't know about you but I've got a bad feeling about this place."
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Post by PennthePony on Dec 6, 2016 18:55:58 GMT -6
The waiter set down another hot tea cup with a soft click just across from her, in front of little Jala. He was questioning her between those big ears of her, she just knew it. Taking a glance towards the street, Selora nearly whipped her head around w
the dark stallion was no longer in sight. The merchant at the produce counter seemed more relaxed, but still rather jumpy. When he noticed her gaze on her, she sensed the fear within those large brown eyes. A suspicious sort of fear that made her wonder...
Her attentions were brought back when the Quagga spoke, and Selora sighed heavily, her heart burdened by her work. Taking a quiet gulp of the hot tea that seared her throat, the Ambassador took a moment to look down at the tea cup within her telekinetic hold, her reflection gazing back to her. Her eyes looked troubled, hollow, yet still ice cold... Who had she become in this last year...
"I know there will be sacrifices, especially in my line of work... But my family will be better off, dear. The money I earn as an Ambassador... every bit of it. And unfortunately, if I am to be quite honest with you, my friend, is not much at all. But... it is enough for them to manage." The honesty that rose in her tone was chilling for her. Yet, she was beginning to trust this Stallion... And what was this commoner to do with her personal information anyway? No one cared to exploit her family. They were hundreds of miles away, over land and sea. They were safe... at least from the likes of any rogues that would want to harm them to get to her.
Noticing how fidgety the young Stallion had gotten, Selora smiled warmly at him. The dark stallion was gone, and her secrets were safe. For now.
"Yes, yes. We can go. Lead the way, dear." Washing down the rest of the hot tea, welcoming the stinging in her throat from the heat of it, the petite mare stood from the table, allowing Jala to gather himself before they went. Perhaps a peaceful walk with a budding acquaintance would do her good.
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