each of their individual pieces felt almost like splashes of nothingness and everything on the page all at once and yet, pipa couldn't help herself but to observe them side by side. an uncomplete, messed up story together? she supposes so. "i... think so." she zoned back in. "it's hard to know."

“I think horses simply appreciate being spoken to gently,” she said, her hand still resting lightly against Tuls’ neck. “Most people approach them as though they are meant to obey before they are meant to trust.”

"like our dear species i also simply appreciate the art of being spoken so gently." pipa couldn't help herself to flush at jeyne's attention to tuls as she looked at the pair fondly. "but my previous generations were like that to her; harsh, expecting her to be a warrior straight away." she expressed as she watched tuls' face fallen. almost as if she heard her. "i was. but tuls and i found each other when life was... indeed cruel to us both." she expressed. "so we are both connected to each other."

she realised her wording as she halted on her dramatics, the opportunities for the mares to continue to mingle; the first immediate action on her mind. "i suppose... i shall cheer for your success if you overtake myself in this competition."

"no troubles to intervene but rather a lack of any interactions in that manner." pipa couldn't help the sigh that left her slips as she turned away from the other. "it seems like i am the mystery no one wants to solve with lips."

Eleana shrugged. "I only fear that our horses will be distracted with hunger" While hilarious, she preferred if the rest of Dorne had an edge with the races. "Treats, yes. Especially the sweet ones" Hopefully that would keep them at bay.

"a good thing i have saved up plenty of sweet treats for our beloved pairs." pipa's words almost trail out as her focus went to the pair of mares, hands immediate to providing the two with treats with a smile even through eleana's scheming. and... well... pipa is right to call it scheming. "so... we throw them?"

"we are enemies!? no! i thought we would be civil rivals!" she couldn't help herself but to clutch onto her clothing tight as she noticed the bondship between the horse pair; harmony even in the small patches of grass. a dream she always wished for herself and her future.

​"Good eve, my lady," Lysandra replied, though they quite frankly were tired. They still couldn't figure out what it was that kept them feeling this way, as the journey from Lannisport to Sunspear hadn't been eventful at all. In fact, they didn't remember participating in anything quite aggravating on the road, yet the exhaustion lingered all the same.

eyes immediately drawn to the mature lady of the two as piperette bowed once more in gratitude; eyes sparkled at the observation of the stranger and her beloved tuls. "she represents beauty and grace alongside power," pipa expressed, "everything i wish to be."

Eleana glanced over at the never ending dunes. "Of course, why wouldn't I?" The princess said with a bit of a scoff and whine. The sands were always shifting, though, and Eleana may run into more problems along the way. Not to worry, she'd find a way to account for this. Maybe her cousin Syl would help? Her sister Arianne?

the tides always change across the dunes, both in the literal shift of the winds and the emotional sense of each person in piperette's life often moving away; turning the sandy tide for newer generations to come in.

"well, a lady never due tells but also..." she couldn't help the breaches of pauses in her thoughts and tones, the eyes lingered towards the vast sea of partners and their steeds before shaking her head, "it almost seems pointless to catch an eye."

"produce..." pipa's body internally and softly externally shivers from that word as she shook her head, "the mere idea of babes being nothing more than..." she paused herself. "i hope you know that i'd make a perfect guidance over them."

"the couples know my outrage, it is quite alright." she couldn't help herself but to chuckle. "but they'll be forcing me to play along to their celebrations so... there is a balance."

"who me?! never!" she played into the coyness of her actions as she observed the princex's response, "i haven't made a public display yet but, however, i can never say the word of... ma... ma..." she swallowed her pride before shaking her head, "it barely slips off the tongue, dearest yany."

"you would think that," she concured with a smirk, "but i have the luck of my yronwood spirit on my side to match what my posture lacks." pipa played along with the other's words, giving rolland a sensible smile and nod, "beauty shouldn't deter people away from your other strengths! thats what i also had to learn."

“It is,” Jeyne agreed softly, though her attention had already drifted back toward the horse with far more immediate interest than any conversation about scenery.

"you seem like a natural whisperer of any horse." she expressed to the other with a quiet fondness as she watched the interactions, a slight flush upon her cheeks. "so i'm not surprised you've always liked them," she smiled. "i... used to have a fear of them until tuls... so it's a recent love of them."

"the couples know my outrage, it is quite alright." she couldn't help herself but to chuckle. "but they'll be forcing me to play along to their celebrations so... there is a balance."