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“Who indeed?” The voice was spoken to the ear of the horned colt, the mare who spoke the sultry tones cloaked by a magic that obscured her form. So enraptured by the scene before him, and so well-crafted in the arts of behaving like no more than a silent, dark shadow, the obsidian belle had hopefully successfully snuck up on him. Yes, she had hoped to scare the wee colt, barely older than a newborn and yet so full of false bravery, pride and arrogance. A golden dragon flitted in the trees above, giving a loud squawk, before making a curious sound that a human would know sounded something like a chicken chirping. The queenly figurine was mocking the colt, chuckling in her draconic way, before gliding easily towards where her bonded stood, still cloaked by her mysterious magic. That cloak fell away now, as the mare stepped forth from the copse of bushes, proffering the dun mare with curious eyes a respectful nod. The expression she wore could be described as guarded, indifferent – yet to pass judgement. The emotions behind the liquid gold eyes gave nothing away. Though her mane fell to the left, the metallic tattoo that was etched into her hide could be glimpsed as the sun’s rays made it iridescent and bright. “Hello.” Even the single word was accented, though still the same language, simply from a land long since swallowed by the eternal midnight it was born in. “Might I ask the reason you tread upon the Threshold of Helovia this fine day?” Genuine curiosity was allowed to be conveyed in her words, innocent and politely relaying the query. Akaith kept an eye upon the colt, wondering what he would do, how he would retaliate on the devious mare’s trick. With that in mind, and knowing Akaith would alert her if the youngster did something particularly foolish, Mirage was able to focus her serene attention upon the mare before her, silently absorbing her appearance in, learning what she could from observation before testing the waters with further speech. |
