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02-09-2015, 06:58 AM
The mint-tinged mare could barely withhold her astonishment at mention of the four Helovian deity’s favour of their leader, and Africa’s expression mirrored it innocently. She neither had heard of any mortal walking with eternal life prior to his blessing – even despite the colourful magic (some lighter than others), riddled throughout the vast country. Heat lingered on in her cheeks, a fondness not easily masked, until Laedere assumed the topic of leadership in full. "Sacre..." she tried, but the word her more sophisticated company had used was lost already to her crude, swinging ears. The one-winged gathered – as the paler mare continued – that she was referring in fact to the gender of Czarina Ghost, and chortled softly at the idea of masculinity above their fair kind. Concern was ridded through Laedere’s pretty, exotic expression, and the sharp score of the green tattoo around her eye bent awkwardly with her brow. "Oh, you needn’t worry!" Africa soothed quickly with an expanding smile. "I think this land has only even known a set of rulers like this, one stallion and one mare...” She chose not to mention the fact that Hidden Falls was relatively new on Helovia’s map. Evidently, she knew not of the struggle of the other mare’s conscience. A light-hearted chortle slipped by velvet lips to crack the setting mood and Africa turned to scan the tree line surrounding. "Are you thirsty?” Her own throat felt parched, and she longed for the sweet fluid of paradise to cleanse her throat of that stagnant stench of Threshold pine and mould. After a thoughtful glance back, a toss of her chiselled skull to suggest the other follow, she led the way downhill, towards the gentle babble of the centremost watercourse – slow, gentle and overwhelmingly refreshing. Africa |
