[.my guess is known.]
[.now tell me, dear.]
[.I must prefer.]
[.when secrets are clear.]
[.at least your own.]
[.for mine are locked.]
[.within a chest.]
[.do you now see why none have mocked.]
[.myself of stoney breast?.]

[.tell me.]
[.are my presumptions correct?.]

**what a gathering of poets have we here...and judging commences. intriguing, indeed. audits swivel subtly to encage all sounds, crania elevated 'loft slender fibrous boa to better observe all that have flocked now together at her inquisitive melody. indeed, this was what made a harem strong, for now could the weak be winnowed out and the worthy could bind together in united might. a silver'd cry arrows forth from scorched velveteens, a greeting to her 'sisters,' fellow viragos that resided in these regions of pandemonium**

.salutations.

**subtle tunes whirl within her mind, carefully mutating as a glance is cast upon each equine, for in music there is soul and heart. ebonite pedates graze the terre, nevertheless wounding the earth, now trod upon by many restless feet. a quiet nicker is emitted to her peers, an expressively simple dip of head to her superiors, and a piercing watch is placed on those yet awaiting to rise in rank...if they could prove worthy. this knife edge - who was he? he had not been observed previously. careful, careful, sir. as mime has noted, the knife may turn on yourself if you do not tread with respect. you hold my attention; take care the spotlight does not find reason to turn nasty**

~siren~