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09-06-2012, 04:23 AM
With some pleasure Mirage was informed of the approaching stallion, her golden sights lit up as she directed her chiselled tiara to the entrance of the Fields. Akaith chortled atop her withers, detecting the joyful nots of Kiba's mind during the pair's ascent.
But when the mare's sharp gaze did get a hold of the stallion, she swiftly absorbed all there was to him. Torasin, her ever-happy friend, had allowed his mask to slip today. Immediately Mirage felt concern for him swell up within her, she longed to rush towards him and nudge whatever it was that had happened out of him. Akaith lifted herself from Mirage's back as the mare stepped forth to welcome the stallion's caress, he was one of very few whose touch she would never deny. "Indeed, it has been too long since we revisited the realm where I made my first friend in these lands." A warm whicker rumbled from her chest, the mare wanted to make it plainly clear just how much this golden painted steed meant to her. Still she found her heartstrings pulled to him constantly, though it was a different pull to that she felt for Vikram, there was still a lot of love there. He was her best friend. "What is it that causes a shadow to fall across my dearest friend's façade this day, Torasin? Are Abel and Nym well?" The mare could not bring herself to inquire about his mate, not directly. But the colts, by some unwritten, unspoken agreement, were protected by the Qian, no matter who their mother might be.. Mirage found herself caring for them if only because they were Torasin's children. If something was affecting them, she knew within her heart that it could be the cause for unrest within the gilded steed.. She also knew of another possible cause, but she had clung to her hopes that Brooke had grown beyond her constant drifting to settle, and provide her beloved friend with some happiness, and love, to cling to. Concern evident in her gaze, the mare nudged at the stallion's thick nape, pleading into his emeradine pools with her own golden stare, hoping he would drop his constant mask of happiness to confide her in, like he had all those seasons ago when they had first crossed paths in these very Heavenly Fields. sxc.hu
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