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02-17-2015, 12:53 PM
Romani
She had been minding her own business, patrolling the Edge and relishing in the familiarity of her home when deep, obviously male voices danced between the trees and reached out to her ears. For a moment the golden-red gypsy paused mid-stride, head tilting in curiosity, trying to place faces to the voices that she heard... They were both familiar, and the voice of the Stormbringer settled into her head, but the second, the softer one, the one so achingly familiar...
Who was it?
Unable to sate her curiosity nor her desire to know, Romani left her trodden path of familiarity and pushed her considerable bulk through the trees and over upturned roots, azure eyes wide. Who was Kaj speaking to? Who had reached the Edge's borders? Who sounded so blastedly familiar?
Kasai glanced from the path ahead to the Haflinger mare, concern and curiosity of her own fighting for equal parts within the bond the two shared. Together they broke through the treeline, and Romani's sharp, crisp sapphire eyes widened. Why... Could it really be? Was her eyes playing tricks on her?
"Aaron?"
That painted hide was the first thing that the mare put together, the strength and power that rippled beneath that bay tobiano fur. His eyes melted a place in her heart, and to see the once proud, warm stallion reduced to such a state caused the Haflinger's heart to lurch. It was him! At her side, Kasai let out a warm, half-garbled purr of deep pleasure at seeing the stallion once again, as well as the Hellhound that accompanied him.
"Oh, Aaron... By the Gods!" Moving closer and hoping that her presence would not be frowned upon, the gypsy ventured close to where Kaj and Aaron stood so intimately close, and idly reached out to brush her muzzle against her King's tawny shoulder in recognition and greeting, blue eyes flicking briefly up to Kaj's gaze before her attention was focused more soley on Aaron. Her Foothills brother.
Despite their height difference, Romani lifted her muzzle as an offering of familiarity, intending to brush the velvety skin of her muzzle against Aaron's own. "I'm so glad to see you've come home, Aaron..."
ooc: So, I hope no one minds Romani jumping in. <3 @[Aaron]
You Ain't Ever Gonna Change
You Got a Gypsy Soul to Blame
And You Were Born for Leavin'
