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The Wildfire her mind breathed after Gaucho's name, ears flicking forward to catch it when it rolled off his tongue, gruff. She watched him, even whens he didn't want to, curious as to how he might respond to this new recruit compared to her last. She imagined in time recruiting would become habit and not quite so interesting an encounter with Gaucho, but for now it retained a newness and a certain jab at the stallion that had stomped on her faith and her
She couldn't help but smirk to herself, rather pleased.
Absently she turned to preen a feather or two back into place as Gaucho acquainted himself with Oberon. The question of ranks sprung up after her name, her heart jumping at the sound of it in his voice. She stopped her grooming mid stroke, electric gaze sliding heavily back towards the bay brute. The feather slipped steadily from her lips as her head turned in suit, mouth still slightly ajar. Her words tumbled free like a whisper she told the sand. "Warrior, don't you think?"
It was not her place to say though, and neither was it Gaucho's. She only hoped he wouldn't toss this one into the mines too. Although if he did, she'd have two reasons to visit them.
@[Oberon] @[Cerin]
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