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10-14-2012, 12:02 PM
Lucius muzzle was wrinkled still, as if the equine mare had a bad smell to her, but he did listen to what all of them said. Not that the red-maned Faelene could say anything to change his mind, she being a woman who didn’t know her place, but he did see the logic with the help of Mauja’s words. In the end he trusted his leader wholeheartedly, even after the failure on the battlefield. Besides Lucius knew himself well enough to recognize that he often overreacted and he wasn’t very good with playing his cards close to his chest. And so the bull grumbled and remained silent. If you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all, right? Lucius returned Mauja’s icy gaze with his sulfur eyes. It was painfully obvious that the bull didn’t approve, but by moving his obsidian body closer to the healer he showed that he would go along with it. He watched as the painted mare healed Faelene’s shoulder, he had to say he was a bit disappointed that this striking femme didn’t bear a horn. She would have made a beautiful unicorn. Tor’s eyes then settled on him and the bull snorted at her question. But he nodded and moved his left side towards her. "Just heal it enough so that it won’t break again when I breath. Save your strength for those more injured." he grunted and turned his head away from her. He couldn’t believe he was allowing a hornless to use her magic on him… Oh how low I have stooped. |
