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08-03-2012, 12:22 PM
As foreseen, it was Azzuen who made an approach first. Dark eyes lifted to observe the broad winged stallion's approach, a flicker of a smile crossing her features as Zaffre trilled a greeting in return. But the grulla stayed silent even when he spoke, allowing Gossamer to practice her own diplomacy. Instead, she watched with a polite bow of her head.
Next were two more, also familiar figures. Ktulu and Ophelia, unmistakable for one so familiar with their parents. And grandparents, needless to say. Last was Kri, who settled amongst their numbers with quiet ease. Both she and Ophelia were greeted as Azzuen had been by Zaffre, bright trills that sang his delight in being acknowledged. If Kri got a tune a bit more complicated than the young mare, she had earned it. In his eyes, anyway.
With quiet gratitude she followed the Resolute to the oasis of the Throat, maw bending to drink a deep draught of the cold water. An ear was tipped to listen to Gossamer as she spoke political niceties, amusement swirling beneath her silence even as she lifted her dripping muzzle from the cool waters. Zaffre had chosen to take a short dip himself, and now sprawled his still damp figure across her back. The moisture would evaporate quickly, but was welcome nonetheless.
"I'll admit to not informing Gossamer of my support of you and the Tuuli as an outcast band." She spoke to Kri, offering a small smile. "But a formalization of it between us with you now in control of a herd and all levels of Foothills leadership... would be beneficial for all." Then she glanced to Gossamer, wondering how the pale mare would take learning of a pre-existing alliance that she had not been informed of.
Next were two more, also familiar figures. Ktulu and Ophelia, unmistakable for one so familiar with their parents. And grandparents, needless to say. Last was Kri, who settled amongst their numbers with quiet ease. Both she and Ophelia were greeted as Azzuen had been by Zaffre, bright trills that sang his delight in being acknowledged. If Kri got a tune a bit more complicated than the young mare, she had earned it. In his eyes, anyway.
With quiet gratitude she followed the Resolute to the oasis of the Throat, maw bending to drink a deep draught of the cold water. An ear was tipped to listen to Gossamer as she spoke political niceties, amusement swirling beneath her silence even as she lifted her dripping muzzle from the cool waters. Zaffre had chosen to take a short dip himself, and now sprawled his still damp figure across her back. The moisture would evaporate quickly, but was welcome nonetheless.
"I'll admit to not informing Gossamer of my support of you and the Tuuli as an outcast band." She spoke to Kri, offering a small smile. "But a formalization of it between us with you now in control of a herd and all levels of Foothills leadership... would be beneficial for all." Then she glanced to Gossamer, wondering how the pale mare would take learning of a pre-existing alliance that she had not been informed of.
