**a single silver'd note plummets to the surface of silence, breaking the tranquil stillness with a series of glimm'ring ripples. she has seen, she has thought, and she has judged; now, she shall reveal her shrouded opinions**

.judgment.

Martyr's Sacrifice- i have but wholly respect for you, and that is quite something from me, though my acquaintance to you extends not as deep as i would like. you are full aware of that line between acceptance and inadequacy in a horse, your gaze is piercing unto the soul through many shells of deception, and thus fulfill your rank well indeed; pragmatic where you need to be, and conscious your own worth. for what it may count for, i think well of you, to say the least, but i do not know if you see as much inside me. therefore, i withhold offers of alliance until i may prove myself more.

Silent Zephyr- you are to my slight liking, and i am interested in you; alliance occurs as something of a possibility in the future, provided such conduct is maintained, and should you also find worth in me. all things are mutual…

Veil of Tears- to be concise, i do not disfavor you. one of worth, methinks, but also one that emanates an aura of some degree of antisociality - at least, in my eyes. i would not break into your sequestered chamber without acquiescence from you, but you interest me; or at least, your exterior does. what lies within? for once, an enigma to my piercing eye. i rather like it. but a secret unraveled is liable to be volatile, and i’d rather you reveal yourself to me before i make any more movements.

£ucifer's £ust- it is not in my best interest to hate you prematurely, but there is an aire about you i do not favor. where is your flair, your exotica? are you always so bland? what strength have you? you seemed to have formed alliance with two, and two that i like at that, but i must admit i do not see what they saw in you. pray, prove me wrong, £ust. condemnation is a heavy sentence to pronounce, but it lingers on my tongue when i look at you.

Abbadon- you see worth in me, and i in you. you have lingered in these realms far longer than i, and i daresay your footing is surer as well when traversing the grounds; more interactions have we had, as of late, and from these discourses i deduce, without doubt, that you are one of true worth, and a companion of steadfast loyalty. it seems we’ve taken the steps of bonding backwards, and become friends before alliances. shall we recover the lost step in between?

Knife Edge- the only other steed in this cadre save the king himself, you catch my eye, and i like your style of eloquence. simply worded, but with complex intricacies in the full meaning behind, eh? a gift that few have. i had been somewhat chary of you when i first glimpsed you, and i still am, but you are fast gaining ground in my eye, with a speed that surprises even myself.

Tidus- debonair without overbearing arrogance, superior without irritating flaunting of the fact. smooth-tongued and aware of your capabilities, i salute you, my ally. (Is that Tidus as from FFX? ^_^)

Flama Escura- is it really necessary for me to pronounce my opinions on you? you know that we have been acquainted, and acquainted well, for time beyond remembrance. had i not thought highly of you, i would have broken the communication long ago. welcome, friend, to havoc. shall we reclaim our bonds of alliance?

Mime- you have proved your worth long ago, and sustained it for many weeks. favored in the eyes of martyr and the sovereign, it is not too surprising to discover that i think very well of you. you have not been shy of the spotlight of my gaze, and through careful scrutinization have i deciphered the truth within your invisible world, and it is quite to my liking and trust. though i am of the mind that you could have selected your alliances with a bit more taste, my opinion of you is unerring, and if you wish, we shall be officially allied.

Intrepid- shall i be blunt? i do not like you. you do not belong here in the midst of havoc’s durance. why? you are simple-tongued and simple-minded. while the former is no horrendous crime, a slow sense of cunning is what i despise. you are a carbon copy of a thousand brujas out in the vast equine world, with little depth to be displayed, and little worth to be undelved. frankly, you bore me. taste, dazzle, spice, my dear – the keys to finding acceptance from me. i shall not hound you to exile; i’ve yet to be that bitchy to anyone. come, now, dance a bit for me in the light. mayhap i’ll be amused by your performance, and pardon you purely for entertainment. show me your colors, mare. or have you any?

**solemnity but little tarnished by her few scathing remarks, she stands quietly in the spotlight of a favoring moon in unerring solitude, crest raised in justified confidence, aplomb faultless. shall we make it time for another little gathering, my sisters? it seems high time. i’ve handed out opinions all around; perhaps you should give something back to me. only common politeness, ne?**

~siren~

[.spinning fast towards the core of destruction, no?.]
[.i see we've taken a liking to each other.]
[.though i feel i've overstated.]
[.i know your secrets.]
[.as i see them all.]
[.but within the shadowed coves.]
[.of a mind full of knowledge.]
[.there are many crevaces.]