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08-15-2016, 10:31 PM
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It wasn’t long before they were graced with company. The first to come was a rather small stallion, about the same size as the scarred Glazier. She offered him a small smile, graciously accepting his enthusiasm for her work. “You’re not intruding!” She added in gently, right before a man that looked rather feminine and similar patterned to her King approached. He seemed to appear, and Glasgow allowed her gaze to drift across him gently, not saying another word but nodding in thanks to what the Glazier thought to be a compliment. Yet, more began to appear and Glasgow smiled when she spotted the other Glazier. She shifted her weight gently, listening as the painted unicorn spoke to the group that had been gathering. She offered her a small encouraging smile, but listened as Tembovu spoke to her. A soft shrug was sent toward the other Glazier as her eyes sought out the mare’s. “If you feel up to it. If not, I can handle it.” She spoke gently, noting the slight slump in the other Glazier’s posture. Soon, Raeden appeared and Glasgow dipped her head to the Specter offering a small smile of thanks for yet another compliment for the structures of glass. But there was still so much at hand, so much to do with the targets despite sitting around and watching them aimlessly. The King had giving an order, something the herd could do. So she stood and watched as Tembovu began to move. Sweat began to bead over his pelt, and Glasgow tilted her head in curiosity. Just what was he doing? Did he have magic that she wasn’t aware of? Just as if her question had been answered, a molten elephant slipped through his chest, becoming alive with fire and heat. It made its way slowly over to one of the targets, holding it off for a bit before cracking it with a sharp snap. The Glazier would be lying if she said she didn’t flinch from the loud sound. A little hint of sadness began to grow in her chest, watching the glass she had created seemingly turn into nothing. And just like that, she wondered what those that had created the glass wall on the borders must feel every day. Another hint of movement caught the Glazier’s attention. A lioness approached, and Glasgow tilted her head curiously and a bit ready to run away from it. It appeared, leapt toward the glass targets. Glasgow felt her heart shift anxiously as she watched, wondering what on earth a lion was doing here, and why it had decided to attack the glass instead of the many forms of food around. And how a lion of all things got into the Edge was also on her mind. It didn’t take long for the lioness to extend a paw out toward the target with claws sharp and pointed, screeching across the glass in a terrible sound. The Glazier’s glassy eyes drifted between the lioness and the impact she had made on that particular glass target, before the feline stepped back and spoke. Glasgow released the breath she didn’t know she had been holding, perhaps a sigh of relief that it wasn’t a real blood thirsty lion. “Hello.” It was simple, breathless, and perhaps a bit quiet as she tore her gaze from the lion and looked across the crowd for who wanted to attempt the last target. "Talk!" |
Sorry for the wait!!
@Imani
