**quite a turnaround. yes, one abrupt indeed. but one not entirely unwelcome...deep orics study the young mare with scrutinizing detail, weighing the balance silently. the soloist had seen the 'face-off' with tidus, and it had taken the same turn. a chain reaction? a quiet snort is emitted in vague reply, still considering, pondering**

.what brings on the sudden change?.

**i'm not denying your offer just yet. but i shan't rush headlong into an alliance, especially with one that has held ill-concealed detestation for me for so long and until so recently. tell me, intrepid, what reverses your thoughts to make me such a deal?**

~siren~

**the likeness of a sigh issuing forth from satin labria, her hard and distrusting gaze shifts away from the mare before her to fix upon the distant horizon in silent meditation. glimpsing something that none else could fathom, she contemplates without stirring for a moment, and though that moment be brief, it seems eternity to those who harken to the discourse. waging a battle between pride and heart, or perhaps it was all the same, all one. unwavering optics return to the potential ally, measuring with a judgment that has been made clear and unbiased by deep and careful thought. fresh eyes, a new beginning, letting the hard-caked and injust prejudice wash from her mind in a sweeping release**

.in truth.

**the evil stars came together to work against our first meeting, and it was ill-fated, resting uneasy on my soul. it is not often that i harbor such abhorrence for an equine, and in this case i may have been wrought into hasty and harsh actions by simple stress from all dimensions. it has distressed me much, though pride would not allow this admission previously; i see our bickering now as puerile and useless in striving to unite the cadre as one singularly mighty force. to look upon you with new eyes, in a proper light, i find not nearly so much fault as my anger-blinded gaze had conjured before**

.forgiveness on both sides?.

**a simple dip of patrician crania arches slender boa into gently aquiline perfection, shrewd eyes not leaving the mare before her, and the hatchet descends into a dank grave, buried into the graveyard of shattered hopes within the soul of the lonely soloist. silent agreement is made, a binding pact is formed. a tentative pace forth is taken, an inaudible prelude weaving sorcery in the charged air, dial extended in tendrils of acquaintance. let us begin afresh - and as allies**

~siren~