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01-09-2014, 08:33 PM
The warmth of the allied folk brought mild comfort to the dithering Oracle of the Throat and she sauntered forward, inviting herself closer to mingle in their midst. Tender eyes absorbed all those faces present- the one-eared claybank who seemed the basic centre of attention, a Pegasus like herself, and various other Helovian’s who had chosen this mist shroud forest to be their home. An amiable smile dressed her somewhat meek expression and she answered-Resplendence, when asked of her home. "Yes, I am Africa, their Oracle." Africa’s own eyes followed the careful movements of the one-eared mare with growing interest- the box, the garden, the herbs, all were quite fascinating and still more was the small mammal tending the plants. Engrossed, the dappled mare’s ears were swivelled to listen and hold focus while Resplendence continued to speak. She could only assume this hive of activity was a gardening club- one like Manami had wanted to initiate back in the Oasis before she had vanished. A number of others voiced their thoughts, talents and questions, and the Oracle listened closely, regarding each face she met with a thoughtful grin. She was not sure how she came to be working in their bee, but realistically Africa welcomed the distraction and cheerful mood of the group. She moved afterwards towards the far rim gestured towards by the head of the operation and set herself near to the familiar face of Dragomir with an introverted smile and a soft nod, and began to thrust the blunted rim of her chipped hoof against the thick bristly grass marking the border. To her, it seemed to be a task that would warrant little attention- though she had not come to ignore them, she was not their family and could not evade her nervousness. Africa |
