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02-13-2015, 12:11 PM
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Dancing?
Gaucho's dark ears flickered slightly at Buce's original question, although they fell farther and farther back along his skull as the black continued to speak out of confusion. The dun knew that the traditions of other tribes of horses were vastly different from his own, and yet he couldn't understand why Bucephalus could not see how idiotic his question was. Could Gaucho dance? Would he show him? In his mind, Mara chuckled already knowing the thoughts her companion was forming. In the air, Vorsa, too young to understand the implications, merely picked up on the sentiments and hooted her amusement as well. The small chick sat at the apex of Gaucho's antlers, her wings flapping joyously. "Gaucho already dance with Buce. Gaucho dance on battlefield." He offered, ears sliding forward. What was dancing, if not a series of steps related and responsive to those of your partner? A display of athleticism and grace? In what way was it meaningfully different than a spar? Of course what some would call sparring would be a barbaric way of dancing, but surely the black knew that was not what occurred when Gaucho sparred. He had been privy to his 'moves' twice now. Shaking his head, the dun snorted. "Buce say he want to wait to dance with Gaucho again. I not think you mean so soon. Besides, we fly to Edge in a few hours. If we dance now, Buce might not be able to fly." He concluded with a smirk. "Dance later. Rest now. We go soon." And with that, their stroll ended. Gaucho pivoted gently in the sands heading towards the Oasis. He would drink some water now so that it would sit nicely in his stomach later and not slosh uncomfortably about. I can start our thread in the Edge next! Gaucho the Wildfire
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