Blue speckled occuli turn to look at the stallion, before golden audda flicker back into my dark curls briefly.
"Yes, I suppose so. It's a pleasure, Lord Echelon. I am Haeva," I reply, the Sioux accent is very clear - though thankfully, my accent wasn't as heavy or as mixed as my sister's. Her voice though, was fit for her ruling title, yet it could easily make her a whore in a second. That's what I heard from my father, atleast, who was enticed by her. Which still makes me sick everytime I think about it. "The Beach, you say? It must be a lovely place to live in."