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08-22-2014, 03:10 PM
As they lingered a moment longer before the waterfall, the soft clop of hoof striking stone caught Africa’s ear. She turned to meet the approach of another horse, wingless, hornless, but fine with simple feminine grace. She introduced herself promptly as Dröm, strange, exotic even, and the one-winged grey smiled humbly and quietly as the black and white, gold-touched Czar replied on their behalf. Midas wasted no more time however and once names had been shifted through the growing group, he led them forward- guiding them apparently, much too silent Africa’s concern, right beneath the cascade of roaring water... Beyond the small tunnel that lay behind the foaming, fluid mask, a valley that Africa would never have predicted spread before her. Broadening eyes absorbed it thoughtfully, listening to the warble of birdlife, quite impressed that Midas should have inherited a land so far beyond her expectation. The stallion led them onto a Cliffside path, and not long after, another joined them. The dappled Sultuna watched with baited curiosity and the slightest prick of jealously, as the mare (another far more glamorous than bleak grey and missing limbs) greeted Midas with observable warmth, and then addressed his followers on a far more cordial note- Reizend. Africa offered an unadventurous smile in return, but said nothing. Laedere spoke soon after; a question which had crossed the Dragon mare’s mind already, but had been somewhat lost beneath her thoughts surrounding the unexpected display between Midas and his friend. Dröm was swift to answer and explain, and long charcoal ears swivelled beneath flame to listen. The ranks of this hidden realm were far different to desert titles and it quickly became apparent that Reizend would be with them longer; she was this herd’s healer, and Midas asked her to tend to the bandaged mare’s wound. Thick black and red tail swished idly behind, not annoyed, but uncomfortable all the same. |
