The thin horseman stretched hugely, hearing a few pleasant 'pops' before she went about her slinking. She was bored and lonely and was determined to find something to do. Or at least a good head pat. Or several. Whichever. She wasn't going to be too picky! All Saiyuri knew was that sitting in her room was going to be the death of her!

Hee. 'Death' of her. Those silly Deathies! "Silly, silly." She sing-songed softly.

They were so strange and odd. And wore those dark outfits with too many layers! Kind of like Conquest. But at least Conquest's were colorful and pretty. Still not quite her cup of tea (as the human's would say, though 'tea' was very nasty).

Too distracted by her thoughts of how icky 'tea' was, Saiyuri wasn't watching where she was going - which was not anything unusual for the Famine horseman - and suddenly found herself nicely squished against another horseman. Very nicely squished. She 'meeped' and looked up with huge eyes, taking in the nice clothing and pristine appearance. Definitely a Conquest. Had to be.

"I... sorry. Was not watching my footsteps." Yet she hadn't exactly moved either. "You're pretty!" She added, like this was expected. Didn't Conquest like hearing that?