[A little too tall, a little too powerful to be a normal woman, to be honest... And the new arrival (or, for all she knew, someone who had been in Horus for months, she was hardly social) will soon find out why there's something a bit off about her proportions, because she hasn't actually stopped moving to talk to him, her comment dismissive and said with a flick of her long ebon hair... But that question?]
No.
[That is decidedly a lie, but-]
Because I am a warrior, not a filly.
[What did he think was happening here? A daydream? Some cute little romp in the fields? She sucks her lip a bit instead of taking the rock... and then a equine foreleg appears from behind the wall, then another, and then an entire equine lower half, with a six foot long bow and quiver slung along the withers.]
no subject
No.
[That is decidedly a lie, but-]
Because I am a warrior, not a filly.
[What did he think was happening here? A daydream? Some cute little romp in the fields? She sucks her lip a bit instead of taking the rock... and then a equine foreleg appears from behind the wall, then another, and then an entire equine lower half, with a six foot long bow and quiver slung along the withers.]