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When your young, you just run...
But you come back...to what you need
The dappled girl didnt really like the way the mare seemed afraid of her, though her voice polite, there was just something in her eyes that said something else. Maybe... Confusion? Spice clouldn't pick it out, but that was what she was getting.
Spice noticed that there was also a kind if reluctance in the way she spoke. But spice didn't mind. "Well, your welcome!" She said with a bit of pride, but also wonder why this thing followed her around -if it did- like Mara seemed to follow The Wildfire around, also sat atop his head, entangled in a crown of deer antlers. She had looked up at the red beast as she spoke, trying ti make a bit of friendly eye contact. She was warming up to him quickly, not feeling as scared as she had when she first saw him there...
Wait, how could Resplendance even hear him if he wasnt saying anything Spice didn't understand, trying to think, but her thougts were cut short by the mare's low and kind voice.
"His name is Valiance"
Spice smiled kindly, connecting the dots in her head. "The daring and brave," she said with a smile, nodding to the dragon -Valiant- then looking to the mare, "the stunning and vibrent" she smiled at her own titles. She remembered how she had named Rhoa a little name in her head, the illusioned wings... hm.
When the mare broke out, her voice studdering over her thought out words, Spice frowned a little. Thinking about how she would respond to this question, she looked at the mare for a second, wondering if she was grown up like her. Not knowing anything but stories about the other lands and other horses. "I..." She decided to go with how Kvothe had explained his at first scary-looking-tail to her. "I was born with wings...why?" She asked politly, her head tilted to the side in question.
Spice noticed that there was also a kind if reluctance in the way she spoke. But spice didn't mind. "Well, your welcome!" She said with a bit of pride, but also wonder why this thing followed her around -if it did- like Mara seemed to follow The Wildfire around, also sat atop his head, entangled in a crown of deer antlers. She had looked up at the red beast as she spoke, trying ti make a bit of friendly eye contact. She was warming up to him quickly, not feeling as scared as she had when she first saw him there...
Wait, how could Resplendance even hear him if he wasnt saying anything Spice didn't understand, trying to think, but her thougts were cut short by the mare's low and kind voice.
"His name is Valiance"
Spice smiled kindly, connecting the dots in her head. "The daring and brave," she said with a smile, nodding to the dragon -Valiant- then looking to the mare, "the stunning and vibrent" she smiled at her own titles. She remembered how she had named Rhoa a little name in her head, the illusioned wings... hm.
When the mare broke out, her voice studdering over her thought out words, Spice frowned a little. Thinking about how she would respond to this question, she looked at the mare for a second, wondering if she was grown up like her. Not knowing anything but stories about the other lands and other horses. "I..." She decided to go with how Kvothe had explained his at first scary-looking-tail to her. "I was born with wings...why?" She asked politly, her head tilted to the side in question.
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