[Her comment on his appearance draws out other emotions- aggravation, bitterness, flickering hatred, and... just a sliver of fear, entwined with uncertainty. Worry. He knows that trolls don't usually get to this age, this appearance, in Alternian culture. He knows it doesn't look right, and he's worried what his quadrantmates will think of it.]
[Darkleer keeps it hidden from his face well enough, besides a slight twist of his lips and a bit more leaning against the stallion.]
I don't expect much help from you regardless. Now. What do you want us to be?
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[Darkleer keeps it hidden from his face well enough, besides a slight twist of his lips and a bit more leaning against the stallion.]
I don't expect much help from you regardless. Now. What do you want us to be?