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10-08-2013, 08:30 AM
Flame paused, looking at the two older horses before her. The first was a delicate paint mare with blue, calm eyes and a long-legged youngster at her side. To the young chesnut, it seemed like nothing could ruin the peace within the paint and her soft voice, hike a warm scarf, made her appear trustworthy. Harmony was indeed a good name for the stranger - if Flame knew anything about names. Twitching her ears and taking in the scents of the new horse, Flame inclined her head slightly.
"Madame, it's a pleasure to meet you," the young filly could barely keep her excitement from her voice, her tail swishing in the wind, her eyes covered by her own forelocks. Then she turned to the other horse.
The white mare was powerful. Not only because of her heavy horse heritage but she simply radiated power. Her red marks on her face drew attention to her knowing eyes and her tone of voice gave Flame no way of ignoring her. The burn marks on the mare's stomach revealed her to be a fighter and Flame shuddered involuntarily.
" Pardon me mistress," the filly inclined her head to the mare but dared not break eye contact. "I did not mean any inconvinience."
"Madame, it's a pleasure to meet you," the young filly could barely keep her excitement from her voice, her tail swishing in the wind, her eyes covered by her own forelocks. Then she turned to the other horse.
The white mare was powerful. Not only because of her heavy horse heritage but she simply radiated power. Her red marks on her face drew attention to her knowing eyes and her tone of voice gave Flame no way of ignoring her. The burn marks on the mare's stomach revealed her to be a fighter and Flame shuddered involuntarily.
" Pardon me mistress," the filly inclined her head to the mare but dared not break eye contact. "I did not mean any inconvinience."
