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d'Artagnan's gaze was becoming lighter in amusement by the second, not knowing what he had quite stumbled upon as the dark brute missed his target, teeth snatching at the air instead of the flank of the bald mare. The belle let it slide, which d'Artagnan found interesting, perhaps she was indeed after something. He watched as the stallion moved off to stand next to none other than his daughter, Nyx, the shade's gaze sharpening as he introduced himself and his offspring, Aramis staring off somewhere into space, daydreaming no doubt. Nato. An easy enough name to remember, one even d'Artagnan could remember; Nato and Nyx. He'd never heard of their names previously, making him wonder how long they'd been here, but that wasn't at all uncommon. Helovia was big and he was rather unobservant at the best of times. His attention turns to Nyx and he offers her a rare sweet smile, thank you." Nearly eleven years old and now they decide to pay attention to his ass; mares.
The heat turned up quickly and quite unexpectedly as the elder of the two mares seemed to fall straight into a laughing fit, apparently she knew Nato. Elaborating more she was revealed to be Quinn, a traveller from some far away land on a grand quest for Nato's loins. How exciting! d'Artagnan struggled to contain his laughter as he watched each face as the conversation went from snide remarks to blunt proposition, he turned away afraid he was about to burst into uncontrollable mirth.
"I wouldn't keep the lady waiting Nato, it would be a shame if she travelled so far just to have her dreams crushed" he said with obvious laughter, enjoying himself off the backs of others. He wondered exactly why this Orvos would send his daughter on such a mission, he tried to imagine asking Aviya to do such a thing and felt quite sick at the almost certain outcome. Most mares were a law unto there own, but daddy seemed to have his claws deep in this one.
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[O] A Moment of Solace [Quinn, D’Artagnan- Open]
