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04-05-2014, 04:19 PM
It was getting slightly crowded here, surely there must have been some sort of organized way of greeting other than barrelling down to see someone new. In fact, it was a little annoying but of obviously, it wasn't his place to say such things. Perhaps it was his uniquely bundled locks that attracted such a group. Fraub's eyes sparkled for a moment, lost in his own vanity he ignored the apparent question of his coming... or maybe that was direction to white mare. The air was very clean that morning, it was soothing and refreshing. The birds were chirping and, well- too bad it was all getting drowned out by the commotion. The voice of a young mare snapped him back into reality, was it a mare? Younger? She looked younger, a little filly. His brassy orbs focused on her, 'she really doesn't hide her emotions'. Fraub felt a little hazy, there were some speaking to him, some weren't, and he simply nodded as if in agreement. His journey was lengthy, even if this wasn't his chosen destination, he was tired, and maybe a little moody. He pawed at the dirt once like an impatient prince awaiting his chariot to whisk him away to his chambers. He not dare paw again, half afraid that they would kick him out and he might have to go seek forgiveness to that racist brown mare. He could also leave, go elsewhere, somewhere that he would not be bothered. Of course his ego would probably cancel that plan, he would simply have to tell others about his brilliant ideas and incredible fashion sense. 'Damn, I haven't even said why I was here' @[Elsa] @[Agrona] @[Ciceron] @[Amani] | ||
