Hello?
Des's dark eared perked forward, as he began to make his way down the slope into the cave. This land didn't seem claimed by anybody, but he'd be wrong before. Mayhap he was walking right into some sort of demon sacrifice, or a whorehouse, but it sure didn't look it. The way folks had seemed surprised when they saw this cave suddenly opened up, and how they'd run back and forth, implied that this was no-one's land. At least not yet. But another thing - that voice below...that girl voice - sounded too young to be staking a claim upon the caves. At least, not one that could be defended. She sounded young, not quite a mare-hood yet maybe, but closer to being a mare, than being a baby. With a sigh, wondering what he was getting himself into this time, Des descended.
His smallish hooves navigated the falling shale easily, as his gaze tried to form a rough estimate of how many had walked down this slope before. A handful? Under 10? That seemed about right - and as the crystalline walls came into view, Des noted that there had been no work done on them yet. Mayhap they don't know he thought with an amused smirk. Imagine that. Sitting on a diamond mine, and no one's the wiser.
Ahead, he saw a dim shape. The lighting from above and its reflection in the caves made identifying just what it was difficult, but he assumed that it was the girl's voice he heard earlier. Moving forward diligently, but with carefree and relaxed sort of stride, Des swung his black tail to either sides of his body, trying to rid his dappled flanks of some of the dirt and dust that had long accumulated there. As he neared Ranjiri, he slowed slightly, finally coming to an easy halt. Leaning back on his haunches in a relaxed manner, he tilted his head slightly, as he waited for his approach to be recognized. Who knows, maybe the kid did own these diamonds - or her daddy. Des was lookin' for a job, not a fight, so he played his cards close to his chest, and advanced no further.
"Ma'am" He offered, his voice sounding as dusty as his body looked - but with a certain amount of kindness as well. His tan muzzle dipped to his chest in a polite nod. As his green gaze ran over her youthful form, he mentally wiped away his calculation of how many had been down here - wings, he noted, having forgotten about that little fact. Though as he looked at her more closely, he noted that she had a horn as well - was that...usual? Where had had come from, you fit into one of three categories. Equine. Pegasus. Unicorn. There was hardly any intermingling among the species, much less any offpspring. But Des wasn't one to judge - these were new times alright, and folks had all sorts of bright and shiny ideas about what counted as right or wrong.
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HP: 63
