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She eyed the princeling curiously , he seemed to have been surprised, she couldn't imagine from what, by now he should be used to her oddness, though she certainly hadn't seen any others like herself there were likely odd folks in this land as well!

" Hah, well, I suppose you are right" she tittered a little, her inky mane curling around as if sharing her small amusement. " Good, strive for better young prince, always do that." A small wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows as she concentrated on remembering all of this. " Others can be lazy if they wish" swept her tail across the ground with a eerie hushing sound. " But not you, and simply not I." She grinned sharply "So tell me of, your family" She flicked an ear " and details Kouichi, details. It's what makes a story decent to read, andespecially to tell." She tilted her head a bit " And just in case you're getting the...hmm, what do they call that? Ah! "willies" I assure you, I do not use stories for...malicious purposes." She purred.

she watched his facial expressions carefully, she could easily see the shadow of something cross his face, something just under the surface that he was trying desperately to hide. Such things were the start of all stories, memories, the main fodder for any kind of story, the spice of interest.
But he obviously wanted to keep his memories to himself, so be it, he would come out with it when he was ready. She wasn't exactly patient, but she was patient enough if there was a good juicy story on the end of her hook.

" Large family, umm hmm, very nice" She questioned, as if she were a reporter getting a scoop. She smiled as he was beginning to catch her repetitive questions, it was a way to get them to sometimes forget they had answered such things and give her more information. " Ohh, royal siblings as well, very nice" she smiled " perhaps i might find them on my travels as well" she mused.
" One of your mom's?" She tilted her head at the odd statement " You were raised by various mares then? In this herd of yours? humm mm" She nodded, her inky mane swirling to form what seemed to be a group of ponies, a herd. " Angeni! goodness, that's certainly special" She curled her tail behind her " I have always looked for an angeni, I've heard many stories of such creatures, but have never had the pleasure of meeting one." She tilted her head at him as his voice cracked a little, speaking of these part angeni family members. " I see..." She said calmly, a swirling strand of ink forming into a flying horse, turning circles above her head and then melting back into the rest of it. It was safe to say something had happened with these winged family members.

She raised an inky eyebrow as he tried to go off on another story, something more light hearted. She saw he was disturbed by something, and even though she was rather persistent when it came to stories. Things had to "age" a while before they were ready to be told, so she let him off the hook. " Certainly" She replied smoothly, she chuckled politely at the image of such a proper stallion knocking himself out upon a tree. " I'm sure that smarted."

Her in swirled about as she peered at his ankle, inspecting it curiously, though there was nothing there. " I see, even though you can't see it, you still have a memory of it, there WAS a nasty little wound there. " she clucked, much as a mother would, but for a different reason, perhaps she was mirroring what she thought his mother would do, one could never REALLY tell.
A smile tugged at the end of her maw at the thought of a prince walking into a lake, coming back all soggy and fishbitten. " Heh, sounds like you were very accident prone young prince." A stray gust blew through the trees, whistling through her scales, making a sound very akin to the turning of a hundred books.

She flicked her tail haughtily, not pleased by the detour he had played for her, but that was how it was for secretive folks, keeping quiet was of very little use to story collectors, sometimes you had to drag the stories out by force. But the last thing she wanted to do was get all mad at him for not wanting to share, she was still a stranger to the young prince after all. She inhaled a breath and then exhaled, calming herself. " I suppose that is true, you do learn from mistakes you make, but of course, it only takes one mistake to end it all. So sometimes it is best to try not to make any mistakes if you can help it." She shrugged, her scales rustling in protest. "Perfect practice makes perfect and all that."

She fixed him with a odd look " accident prone" she repeated, pondering it a bit " Well I believe that when i was younger, I had problems controlling where my ink went...i messed up many papers, poor things. A parchment is a terrible thing to waste." She pulled a face, truly lamenting leaving unruly ink spots over the nice clean paper. " Ahh but that's about it I think..."

Inkling smiled sharply, amused at his surprised line of questioning. " Why yes, suppose you had scales, and that they were made of a substance similar to the parchment two leggers use to make those fascinating little tomes called books." Her hair illustrated as she spoke " Well many want to see these stories I have written on MY scales, which gets difficult, as i'm sure you can imagine." She hissed in amusement " Messing up that " paper" gets mighty costly when you have a finite number."
she coughed "So making any mistakes on real paper is, well, simply irking, i would hate to have that happen on my scales, an ink blot would show up mighty well on my coat, believe you me."

She stared at him, her gray eyes laughing " other things have happened to me in my life, though you may indeed call them "mistakes" It has never occurred to me that they were anything more than hoof pebbles on the road to the mountain of life. Yours sound like hoof pebbles, very very tricky hurty hoof pebbles." She chuckled.

She pondered this for a second " Remove it...I've never tried, it seems like a silly thing to do, especially for someone like me." She turned her neck in a very serpentine fashion to peer at all of the inky scrawlings over her many scales " My ink is special I suppose, a part of me. if i do not like something that scale will eventually come off when i shed and will be replaced by a new one." She snorted her eyes becoming hard and flinty " Of COURSE I bathe, I am not a heathen, I prefer not stinking, as does every decent creature I believe. If it were so simple to remove the ink I would have no stories I could save that way would I? noooo~" She shook her head, her inky mane swirling restlessly " It's fine~ Such questions beg to be answered and they shall, some questions need answering, and souls go out to seek the answers, that also makes stories."