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01-26-2014, 02:13 PM
Only moments passed after his voice resonated throughout the cavern walls, until another graced him with their presence. Before him stood Lakota, a Foothill leader that earned utmost respect from Arrane. Her authority humbled most of the horses within the herd, and especially the calmed warrior. Dipping his dished cranium in tribute to her presence before him, his leader stood tall and proud, at first skeptically looking at the ivory stallion. Heart beating hard and fast, the stallion only contemplated minor ideas on what Lakota could be thinking. Arrane could only hope she would believe his words.
The Earth god had truly blessed them, and they should take advantage of the gift, cherish these holy waters. Hope was instilled within his snowy bodice, a smile planted upon his maw knowing the Foothill horses desire to return to grassy hills would be granted. It was the Earth god that he would return one day...one day to request one thing: A companion for amity, to speak to in moments of loneliness.
"Yes", murmuring in agreement, a kindred smile followed as he watched the regal mare addressing others with a confident voice. "Lakota, Midas awaits to speak with you and Apollo", it would be wise for the leaders to conference on the occurrence of the blessing. Peering her head in the stallion's direction, rigid pools softened slightly, speaking to him. Arrane, flustered within, bent his head once more in a formal bow. "Thank you", lightly speaking, he stood briefly, awaiting what Lakota would say, if she had anything more to command. A smile touched his maw and cyan orbs looked around at the other horses within the damp surroundings.
//aw that was crap. >.< So sorry ^^"
The Earth god had truly blessed them, and they should take advantage of the gift, cherish these holy waters. Hope was instilled within his snowy bodice, a smile planted upon his maw knowing the Foothill horses desire to return to grassy hills would be granted. It was the Earth god that he would return one day...one day to request one thing: A companion for amity, to speak to in moments of loneliness.
"Yes", murmuring in agreement, a kindred smile followed as he watched the regal mare addressing others with a confident voice. "Lakota, Midas awaits to speak with you and Apollo", it would be wise for the leaders to conference on the occurrence of the blessing. Peering her head in the stallion's direction, rigid pools softened slightly, speaking to him. Arrane, flustered within, bent his head once more in a formal bow. "Thank you", lightly speaking, he stood briefly, awaiting what Lakota would say, if she had anything more to command. A smile touched his maw and cyan orbs looked around at the other horses within the damp surroundings.
//aw that was crap. >.< So sorry ^^"
