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01-10-2013, 08:56 PM
Romani
Romani waited in polite silence for either of the two to speak. The brindled mare seemed unsure of her presence, eyeing both her and Kasai with a subtle fear that the Haflinger did not miss. She sent a soft warning to Kasai through their mental bond, telling the cub not to do anything too drastic. The other mare seemed flighty and fearful, and briefly Romani wondered just what had happened to make her like that. In the end it was the painted Pegasus who spoke first, his words rather charming, if not exaggerated. Her crisp, azure eyes watched as he sized her up, as if searching for something… Whatever he was looking for, Romani didn’t believe he would find.
Mistress…? Well, that was a new one. Through her life, both in Ossic Briar and in Helovia, the warrior had been called many things, but a ‘mistress’ wasn’t one of them. Surely Quiliyan didn’t mean any ill by the comment, he was probably just being polite.
The palomino chuckled with a slight shake of her head, an action that was barely noticeable unless you had been looking for it. “A pleasure, sir Quilyan, to meet you as well.” She watched carefully as the paint regarded little Kasai, who returned his gaze quizzically. The tigress cub was obviously torn between staying where she was, and approaching to get a better look, but took Romani’s previous warning to heart and remained where she had found purchase. “And thank you for your kind words; Kasai is very precious to me.” It was then that she turned her head and fully regarded the mare who soon introduced herself as Resplendence. It was a strange name, and Romani tasted it upon her tongue before responding once more.
The kind, welcoming smile remained upon her dark lips, ears flicked forward and expression completely open. She didn’t want this brindled mare to fear her. “And it’s wonderful to meet you, as well, Resplendence. Please, just call me Romani, hm? Ma’am makes me feel terribly old.” The Haflinger flicked her head slightly, but only to remove her cumbersome forelock from her gaze, so she could better examine the dark mare set before her. Listening with patience, Romani respectfully waited until after Resplendence had finished speaking before doing the same. She did well to keep her tone soft and gentle, not wanting to alarm the other femme any more than she already had.
“The Foothills will gladly take you in, Resplendence; we’re always welcoming new members to join our home, and I would be more than happy to lead you there.”
[OOC: Bad post alert. XD]
Mistress…? Well, that was a new one. Through her life, both in Ossic Briar and in Helovia, the warrior had been called many things, but a ‘mistress’ wasn’t one of them. Surely Quiliyan didn’t mean any ill by the comment, he was probably just being polite.
The palomino chuckled with a slight shake of her head, an action that was barely noticeable unless you had been looking for it. “A pleasure, sir Quilyan, to meet you as well.” She watched carefully as the paint regarded little Kasai, who returned his gaze quizzically. The tigress cub was obviously torn between staying where she was, and approaching to get a better look, but took Romani’s previous warning to heart and remained where she had found purchase. “And thank you for your kind words; Kasai is very precious to me.” It was then that she turned her head and fully regarded the mare who soon introduced herself as Resplendence. It was a strange name, and Romani tasted it upon her tongue before responding once more.
The kind, welcoming smile remained upon her dark lips, ears flicked forward and expression completely open. She didn’t want this brindled mare to fear her. “And it’s wonderful to meet you, as well, Resplendence. Please, just call me Romani, hm? Ma’am makes me feel terribly old.” The Haflinger flicked her head slightly, but only to remove her cumbersome forelock from her gaze, so she could better examine the dark mare set before her. Listening with patience, Romani respectfully waited until after Resplendence had finished speaking before doing the same. She did well to keep her tone soft and gentle, not wanting to alarm the other femme any more than she already had.
“The Foothills will gladly take you in, Resplendence; we’re always welcoming new members to join our home, and I would be more than happy to lead you there.”
[OOC: Bad post alert. XD]
The true Soldier fights not because
He hates what is in front of him,
But because he loves what is behind him.
