Lay in ruin. -open-

Shaak Ti's auds tipped forward to catch the stallion's name, Renier, as she now knew him. He seemed of a powerful sort, an interesting addition to the lands that she had watched over for many years. She gave no inclination, if she had any at all, as to any success he would have within her home, her face rather blank with absorbing his name into her consciousness. It was part of her requirements to know as many of those wandering about the lands, it made things oh so much easier to understand when the rumors came. She looked at Renier and did not yet see him as a king, a bishop maybe, prepared to move into the void that had been approaching for ages. The dark's treaty with the lights was wavering as it always would, it would be one of these newcomers to take the throne. She had heard many of the names, the candidates for greatness. She was both disinterested and entranced by the changing of the thrones. It had been some time since this land had seen anything fun happen.

Pallid lips broke open, prepared to return his entreaty as to what she was doing here before being interrupted by the presence of another. She felt the steps of the mare before her frame withdrew itself from the night's shadow, her body dancing in a way the ess much have thought appealing. Shaak Ti was not impressed, though the mare kept this all to herself, her face still blank and bored. The eyebrow furthest away from the new addition raised slightly, causing the red dash within the white marking on her face to raise as she turned her head away from the mare and towards Renier, dismissing the newcomer completely. "I come here often to think. These old ruins hold a special place in my heart." Her boa relaxed for a moment from it's normally upheld position to touch her nose to a strand of ivy. This is where she spent her time outside of the keep, the ruins were a picture for everything she was. Her tiara raised once more upon an arched neck, looking across at Renier as he spoke once more. Her interest was piqued again at his tone, matching it quite to the mare's from just a minute before.

Shaak Ti sighed lightly, she hated liars. They had not lied outrightly, but they were lying about their true dispositions. It was a pity, but that was what happened within the dark kingdom. Their throne grew strong upon lies and deceit, but twist a few blocks and it was easily controlled and directed. It was why Shaak Ti preferred the lights for their honesty, and the neutrals for their ambiguity. The darks were chalk full of those who wished to appear as something other than themselves. She was too old to be fooled by parlor tricks, though she was not above playing along. She needed nothing from the mare, she would be an actor in the play but time would allow Shaak Ti to track her movements through the act. The stallion was one that she wished to know more about, he had something that he wished to do, though she could not delve into ideas with nothing but a name and a few words. She would need time to find out what he was up to, not that she could in any fair way interfere. Another requirement. They could direct, but interference with the mortal ones was considered in bad taste. The Shamans were the ones who meddled in the affairs of the dying. "I grow rather sick of the many changes these days, the rise and fall of kings and queens is rather trying on one's psyche." She had seen them rise from the start, those these two did not know that. Hundreds of kings and queens had ruled and died in these lands, each in their own special way. Murders, old age, suicides, backstabbing, disease, natural disasters. Oh, if these two only knew.

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