**slender pistons execute flawless gait in the direction of the masculine, cessation of movement occurring alongside he. a pure and melodious note is produced, an effortless gem splendent with faultless tone; crania slightly angled in surprisingly endearing stance. a brief and barely-palpable nudge is bestowed upon his raven pelt before patrician visage is withdrawn once more**

.thanks.

**again, equivocal responses from a superior, and yet the masculine appeared to take more satisfaction than the martyr in the actions of the lonely soloist. while gratified that she had intrigued and pleased the sole male, such vague bonds were not the most desirable. in the equivalent of a mental shrug, a quiet nicker is emitted to black thunder, and the tattered illusion of a bittersweet smile flits across the fair countenance of the siren, a fleeting ghost of wry humor, or so it seems**

.trust comes with time.

**she has not the background and history that others have experienced with the masculine, but even all the time in creation cannot outweigh true worth, if it is there to be found within the sable soul of the 'contender.' a dip of regal crania is issued, simple but high praise for the masculine, for her respect is given in scarcity and only to the worthiest. as can be expected, only two have wholly earned her deference: black thunder and the martyr's sacrifice. powerful equines both, and small wonder that they wield such might. i would not grovel at your feet and abase myself so, but my respect in both cases is apparently well-deserved**

.mime.

**mime - indeed, you are also of worth, though i know you not extensively. you have earned the trust of the two i hold great reverence for, and as the two opinions coincide for your favor, i also bow to you. you are strong, cunning, and oft-seen, a dependable and favorable combination of attributes, and we seem to have a mutual interest in each other. perhaps in time, an alliance may occur, but i would not dare to push you for it, for such would be utter foolishness ere our acquaintance and evaluation grow deeper**

.yet to be discovered.

**the rest, the siren knew little of; more meetings were needed before greetings were made. the harem was at a healthy population, and the populace was hand-picked by the royal male himself. trust was held in the worthy mascu's judgment, as well as the martyr's. the soloist herself was not in the best of positions to judge as of yet, and thus she bides her time, observing and adapting as may be necessary. a simple and questioning snort is issued to the remaining equus, bidding them step forth, that both parties may examine the other**

~siren~