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01-12-2013, 01:21 AM
Gently her ears quivered as she listened to him speak, explaining the ways that life had been complicated. They lay sharply back at the mention of how his mother was stolen, yet lifted again when he spoke of fighting. Ah, so that explained it. "Sore losers, to not accept their loss quietly." And cruel, to steal away those who lived with Mother and Mirage. Kimber was well aware of the family-like connection that group had, though she was not directly linked to it aside from blood bonds.
"I have been well, though there has been much turmoil within the Foothills." She murmured, accepting his changing of topics. But her blue eyes trailed over his hurts, arousing a latent desire to keep another safe. "Paladin and Soleil left, leaving Evers and Svetlana and Ricochet in charge. Brother got driven away because he can't help but not like some. Archibald replaced him. And now Jackal has fought and cast out Svetlana and Archibald. He fits into the family quite well." Her voice was nonchalant as she told of the multiple changes in leadership, not hinting at the level of concentration that lingered beneath the surface.
A small, pointed face peeked out from under her mane, composed all of water, though it was still possible to determine eyes in that fluid face, alert and watching. A ferret slipped out from its cover there, followed by another. Their forms blurred, melded, grew into an equally water fox that regarded Aaron for a moment before darting down Kimber's back as she shifted closer to the painted steed, leaping to his back and leaving small wet pawprints on his coat. Then it disintegrated back into the ferrets, which slid down to rest on the young stallion's wounds. A cool, wet treatment, but the best that Kimber could manage.
Then a teasing light was regained by the young grulla. "Trust you not to hurt yourself when you come visiting me before a healer? Mother has all the herb skills, not me." Granted, she knew some little bit from exposure, but not enough to make a real difference. Gently, but playfully, she nipped at his mane, tugging on a stray lock for a brief moment before pulling back to regard her friend with laughing eyes.
"I have been well, though there has been much turmoil within the Foothills." She murmured, accepting his changing of topics. But her blue eyes trailed over his hurts, arousing a latent desire to keep another safe. "Paladin and Soleil left, leaving Evers and Svetlana and Ricochet in charge. Brother got driven away because he can't help but not like some. Archibald replaced him. And now Jackal has fought and cast out Svetlana and Archibald. He fits into the family quite well." Her voice was nonchalant as she told of the multiple changes in leadership, not hinting at the level of concentration that lingered beneath the surface.
A small, pointed face peeked out from under her mane, composed all of water, though it was still possible to determine eyes in that fluid face, alert and watching. A ferret slipped out from its cover there, followed by another. Their forms blurred, melded, grew into an equally water fox that regarded Aaron for a moment before darting down Kimber's back as she shifted closer to the painted steed, leaping to his back and leaving small wet pawprints on his coat. Then it disintegrated back into the ferrets, which slid down to rest on the young stallion's wounds. A cool, wet treatment, but the best that Kimber could manage.
Then a teasing light was regained by the young grulla. "Trust you not to hurt yourself when you come visiting me before a healer? Mother has all the herb skills, not me." Granted, she knew some little bit from exposure, but not enough to make a real difference. Gently, but playfully, she nipped at his mane, tugging on a stray lock for a brief moment before pulling back to regard her friend with laughing eyes.
