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09-19-2014, 02:07 PM
The golden was a third wheel. It was all too clear this was not going according to plan. The light colored girl is just too wrapped up in her own world to consider his. Especially with this black stallion. Not even an acceptance of his apology. A hark flicks back as he listens. There at least was a bit of helpful news. The girl was planning to return to the Edge? Not to mention his suspicions of Kaj from the night before confirmed. Of course, did he want to trust the opinions of this girl? This one who seemed more flighty and brash than a mad raccoon. So after his speech gives little to no help for his cause the golden son, there was not much left. He would not make further efforts to this girl. Even at her determination to spread the word of a racist Basin the gold finds it incredibly hard not to roll his eyes. Did the girl honestly not know they were racists?! Sure, his lady was spreading enough peace talk to make a normal horse sick, but even the damsel queen didn’t believe that gilded blade. Still, it was rather humorous to have corrupted the girl’s mind against them. She obviously had a knack for trouble making, so it shouldn’t be too long before she brings her drama up to their door. Looking gravely at her, then the black stallion, those twin horns dipped. “Since all is well, I shall intrude no longer,” said the saintly gold. Turning he set off at a brisk trot towards the center isle. A good distance away, assuredly beyond their ears, a low rumble of laughter saunters forth as he remembers he did all this without even giving away his name.
OOC :: Thran out! =]
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