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01-06-2014, 11:21 AM
It was a pleasure to partake in herd activities by recruiting members from the Foothills. Not so long ago, he had met a bay mare with the help of Colt and convinced her to come back to the land of rolling hills. But even though he had brought back many capable members, Arrane knew it was time to get back in shape, sparring with his fellow herd mates, or those outside of the Foothills. The morning shun shed its soft rays upon the ivory stallion, yet the air was frigid with impending wind. The stallion hoped the bay mare had followed him back, or kept up with his brisk pace. Colt had wandered off to wherever she pleased to go.
Some views that she had shared in the herd meeting had made him disagree with some of the ideas she held. But it was her opinion, and he wouldn't hold her against anything. In the end she was a herd mate, part of his family so he wouldn't cause a racket because it was her decision to think what she wanted to. Craning his neck side ways to catch a glance at Silver, his soft voice called behind. "Silver, are you there?" Gentle tones spoke reassuringly to the nervous mare, wanting to make her feel secure here. Turning back ahead, he continued trudging closer to the Foothills border, wondering if Apollo was nearby to greet the newcomer.
Soft grass brushed against taut legs, and the flowing breeze started to turn into a forceful gale. Dark clouds slowly began moving end, blocking out the remaining warmth. "We should get there soon, before a storm catches us", murmuring to Silver he slowly picked up pace.
Some views that she had shared in the herd meeting had made him disagree with some of the ideas she held. But it was her opinion, and he wouldn't hold her against anything. In the end she was a herd mate, part of his family so he wouldn't cause a racket because it was her decision to think what she wanted to. Craning his neck side ways to catch a glance at Silver, his soft voice called behind. "Silver, are you there?" Gentle tones spoke reassuringly to the nervous mare, wanting to make her feel secure here. Turning back ahead, he continued trudging closer to the Foothills border, wondering if Apollo was nearby to greet the newcomer.
Soft grass brushed against taut legs, and the flowing breeze started to turn into a forceful gale. Dark clouds slowly began moving end, blocking out the remaining warmth. "We should get there soon, before a storm catches us", murmuring to Silver he slowly picked up pace.
