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12-19-2013, 03:26 PM
Kahlua was not a liar. She never could be, even if she tried. The words would just never formed in her mouth. It was a strength, in some ways, but for the most part it was a fault. In the hands of the enemy, she would surely fall if they tried to torture any information out of her. Luckily, it seemed that the herd knew better than to trust the simple girl with any sort of real knowledge. What information she did have about the herd was limited to names of those in power, their goals, and other such trivial facts that were common information throughout the land.
The other thing Kahlua was not good at was reading faces. So even if the child had stood there for hours with an unsure look on her face, the black overo would not have thought anything of it. For a moment, as the filly said that she was not here looking for anyone, Kahlua herself became confused, wondering why the young one would be along the borders. However, it seemed like the glass wall drew strangers like honey drew flies. She had met so many on the borders as of late, horses that had no business being where they were. She did not mind- so long as they were not the unicorns from the North. Is it true? Kahlua furrowed her brow for a moment, wondering what exactly the filly was talking about, finally deciding that she was thinking of the Moon Goddess and magic. “Very true,” she offered finally, with a decided nod of her head. “I am Glazier here, the head craftswoman. That is how I got my magic.” And then, suddenly, she realized she had no idea what the filly's name was. “Am Kahlua. And you?” .KAHLUA
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Permission granted to use magic or physical force with Kahlua at any time
for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing her.
Please do not tag Kahlua unless it is in an opening post
