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Sand in my Hand [Warriors] - Ampere - 04-06-2015
RE: Sand in my Hand [Warriors] - Cathun - 04-08-2015
RE: Sand in my Hand [Warriors] - Megaera - 04-11-2015 her fight and fury is fiery oh but she loves like sleep to the freezing Megaera was already waiting at the warriors post for the changing of the guard, ready to set out on the morning patrol. Mordecai was growing fast and meg was confident that she would be just fine exploring the oasis on her own for a few hours. The filly was already rather independent, and Gwaihir would, as always keep a close eye on her while Meg could not. The mare was thankful her companion didn’t mind helping keep tabs on the girl. He eyes were helpful, and he seemed even more strict with the little princess than Meg and Einarr were, though Meg could feel that his disapproval of shenanigans sprung from affection for Mordecai. When she saw Ampere approach, the bay warrior flashed a grin. “Good morning, Gladiator!” Joined by the blue and eventually the others, Megaera waited to hear what Ampere had in mind to discuss. The first order of business, put a worried crease in the mare’s brow. So distracted had she been by the task of raising Mordecai, that it ha not occurred to Meg that she had not seen Hector in several days. She shook her head in response and the Gladiator moved on, leaving that mystery to be solved later. The sky clad mare was introduced and Meg gave her a grin and a nod in greeting before speaking. “The ashen filly, Aithniel. She is young yet, but seems to have an instinct for combat. She’s keen for training and will be one to watch.” Eventually, the conversation was steered to touch upon the topics Ampere had put forth at their last meeting. Meg remained silent then. In truth she had been focusing on the survival of the daughter she had been surprised with and hadn’t spared a moment for Ampere’s challenge. Black eyes glanced at Einarr. Survival was a topic he was much concerned with, and Meg wondered how he fared with the tasks the Earth God had set him. They didn’t talk much, and when they did, it seemed to alway focus on the daughter they shared. perhaps she’d have to carve out time to ask him when they were both off patrol. RE: Sand in my Hand [Warriors] - Cirrus - 05-07-2015
"If you don't know someone, you stop them and you ask them." The girl's blunt words rolled off her tongue in response to the grulla's query. It seemed like an obvious question to her, one that made her think he was a few screws short of a complete toolbox. She had nodded amiably enough when Ampere introduced her, settling into her position of warrior beneath the more-than worthy Gladiator with ease. The electric mare who had called them here was still something of a mystery to the belle - there was a tug, a pull, a familiarity Cirrus could not define about her, and before her attention had been pulled aside by Cathun's query, she had been peering curiously at the collection of feathers Ampere had gathered upon her nape. "I sparred with Hector upon my return to the ranks, but I've seen naught of him since then," she answered quietly, solemnly, to Ampere's enquiry on his whereabouts. Her own posture went slightly stiff as she recalled the fight, the illusion he had constructed to torture and cripple her, the complete and utter devastation it had wrought upon her - it had lost her the spar, and maybe she was still a little bitter about it. "Aithniel?" The cloud questioned Megaera's words, a hopeful smile upon her lips. "Aye, she'll be a fine warrior with guidance." Enthusiasm had lit her features as she remembered the fiery little filly she had met on the Steppe. So, the girl had joined the Throat? It seemed fitting - what better place to learn how to control one's flames than in the home of the Lord of Fire? Cirrus chuckled inwardly to herself, pleased by this development more than anything else. She would have to seek out the youth, soon, and test how well her flying was going. With nothing much more to add, the girl resumed her quiet observation of the lot, flicking her tail and twitching her muscles every now and then, ever alert and ready for action. [ better late than never right? >__> ] Cirrus the WindDancer sxc.hu larfsalot on deviantart |