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01-12-2013, 12:18 AM
Ears swiveled as a familiar voice called her name, and the young mare lifted her head from her quiet grazing with a curious expression. Aaron? Seeking her? Never one to not listen to her curiosity, much less such an oblivious request for her presence, she picked up into an easy canter. Heading for the borders, she moved down from the hills and through the trees, moving at a speed that would have been reckless in another, over trails little worn. But the most direct route, she well knew.
Swiftly she came to him, eager to see an old friend even if she didn't know why he was there. Her pace slowed only after she burst from the tree cover, weight shifting onto her haunches to rapidly decelerate instead of just rush right up to him. Had he been Ricochet, she wouldn't have bothered so much. But a friend was different than a brother, in some fashion she couldn't quite explain even to herself.
"Aaron!" She greeted him enthusiastically as she paced the last steps to him. Dark muzzle was extended to his paler one, and only then did she notice how battered he looked. "What have you been up to? You're all battered and bruised." Concern lit her blue eyes as her mind spun with the possibilities. Had something happened in the Edge? To Mother or Israfel? Was that why he came seeking her? But at the same time she wasn't worried, for there was no sense of urgency in the young painted stallion. That just left her feeling somewhat confused.
Swiftly she came to him, eager to see an old friend even if she didn't know why he was there. Her pace slowed only after she burst from the tree cover, weight shifting onto her haunches to rapidly decelerate instead of just rush right up to him. Had he been Ricochet, she wouldn't have bothered so much. But a friend was different than a brother, in some fashion she couldn't quite explain even to herself.
"Aaron!" She greeted him enthusiastically as she paced the last steps to him. Dark muzzle was extended to his paler one, and only then did she notice how battered he looked. "What have you been up to? You're all battered and bruised." Concern lit her blue eyes as her mind spun with the possibilities. Had something happened in the Edge? To Mother or Israfel? Was that why he came seeking her? But at the same time she wasn't worried, for there was no sense of urgency in the young painted stallion. That just left her feeling somewhat confused.
