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M E G A E R A Megaera arrived just in time to spot the purple doe disappear into the caves. With a bloody great stick wedged in her mouth, the bay mare couldn't exactly call out so she touched down from her flight and, folding her wings loosely about her side, followed toward the mouth of the cave. There was a jaunty spring in her step and both mane a stick bobbed along with her bouncy trot. Her good mood had only been improved by her short meeting with Hector and Gaucho and Meg was happy to have a task other than her near constant patrols. The crooked stick she carried, a broken branch from the Dragon’s Blood tree, was nearly four feet long and four inches in diameter. Each end was stained dark, one red from the dried sap of the ancient tree and the other black, saturated in the oil that Gaucho had brought back from the Endless Blue. Meg caught up with her herdmate within a few moments. She drew to a stop next to her, eyes lingering on her rounded belly, it did look awfully uncomfortable. What a bother foals must be, precious as they were; Meg didn’t think she was quite made for that sort of thing. She dropped her own, significantly less cumbersome, burden on the ground at her own feet and looked up at the mare with a warmer expression that a warrior might usually carry. “Good afternoon! You’re Alija, are you not? I remember seeing you at the meeting, but it’s a pleasure to meet you properly. I am Megaera, or just Meg if you prefer.” Her tone was affable, as she was predisposed to like anyone who called Dragon's Throat home. She was eager to help with the quest, true enough, but there wasn't any reason she couldn't dawdle a bit and get to know her chosen family better. - - - Tags: @[Alija] Notes: Sorry for the multiple tags!! messed up my coding a few times. |
FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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