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08-19-2012, 08:03 PM
Quiach reached forward, grooming her gently at her withers. He paused, looking at her. "Experiments. Searching. Still trying to understand the language of birds, unfortunately. But I've discovered so much- like why leaves fall, and howl of the wolves, and the reason water is clear or dark. I've learned about why moss only grows where the sun doesn't normally shine, why unicorns have horns, and, well... a lot. I've done quite a bit of exploring too. You know me and my 'insatiable' curiousity," Quiach smiled, carefully tilting his head so as not to scrape her beautiful wings with his slender, skeletal-looking black horn. Sunshine glowed softly down on them, sparkling on Quiach's quarters. It seemed to ripple over his dapples like waves.
"What have you been doing? I thought I might at least see you around here. I don't suppose you've joined a herd, have you?"
"What have you been doing? I thought I might at least see you around here. I don't suppose you've joined a herd, have you?"
