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[OPEN] Palace of innocents, kingdom of mistakes

Lace the Silverthorn Posts: 459
Deceased atk: 5 | def: 9 | dam: 5.5
Stallion :: Equine :: 15.3 hh :: 14 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE
Fajira :: Plain White Dragon :: Fire Breath Chan
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Lace the Silverthorn
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Waterlogged silk slipped from its back blown position along the crest and fell down to tickle the dark skin of his neck as the stallion nodded, a brief motion offered in gratitude to her generosity. Settling in on a respectable distance that never the less offered opportunity for easy conversation, he soon lowered the head again to keep grazing. Even at the best of times, Lace couldn't be accused of prattling, and this day saw him with even less to say than normally. Perhaps it was the mood, the faint light, the fact that his young companion seemed somewhat skittish; her head had shot up like the crack of a whip when he first spoke, suggesting that he must have startled her.

He could probably have stayed like this, a silent presence hovering by the side of the filly, for the remainder of the day and long into the night too should she allow it. As she offered her name however the stallion looked up, swallowed the mouthful of grass he had been chewing and bobbed the head again in gentle appreciation.
"I'm Lace" he offered unceremoniously, not feeling in the mood for overt politeness. "You're from the Throat, yes? I smell sea-breeze and sand on you..." Not that he had been sniffing her out, it wasn't that. It was simply a habit, long standing and hard to let go of - a result of too much time spent on his own, where all the senses became vital in the struggle to survive.

"What brings you this far away from home?" Supposing he wasn't completely off with his estimated guess - she might as well be an outcast who just loved spending time by the coast and he would look like a fool - he smiled at her in the non-committal, absent way strangers did when taking those first, hesitant steps towards acquaintance. Then he bent down, ripped off another mouthful of grass and returned to watching her, jaws grinding away in a slow, content sort of way.


@[Sikeax] So sorry for the wait.


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RE: Palace of innocents, kingdom of mistakes - by Lace - 08-08-2014, 01:16 PM

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