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08-27-2012, 07:17 AM
 At least it had a brain, or a sense of self-preservation. With little protest the white pegasus fled the scene, leaving Alan alone with the spotted mare. A snort left the bay unicorn, glad that the fierce wind swept away the traces of feather smell. The way she relaxed once the vermin had been dealt with was noticeable, her ears flipping forward and tail ceasing its lashing to rest gently above the ground. The little mare, whose name she did not know, seemed oddly at ease with her rude interruption, but she didn't stop to ponder it. It was a gift, and she'd take it. Firing off a rather roguish grin she gave the spotted neck a nudge, and motioned with her head for the mare to follow. Still with a fair share of force in her steps, but not nearly in as much of a rush, she started walking towards the Edge. "The World's Edge is this way, girl," she informed her protege with a flippant lash of her tail. The wind kept beating around them, trees creaking and leaves rustling; it whipped her hair into her face and eyes, but at least it was not intense enough to force them into shouting at one another. "The name's Alan. What's yours?" She'd not come early enough to catch it, but she was sort of interested in it. Alan wasn't one to socialize overly much with other mares, but it was a bit bad to show up at home and be all oh hey I found this mare, I don't know what her name is but she wants to live us. Besides, if she was rude to everyone and not just the hornless, well, then she'd discriminate everyone and be unable to call herself a proud racist. And that would be counterproductive.  |
