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02-09-2015, 06:16 PM
Fig
...but before there was chance for further conversation, the resonating voice of the God of the Earth was rolling through the mass of anticipating bodies, and Fig’s furry face turned back respectfully to the front to listen. With ears pressed to the earthen tone she regarded the impressive stallion’s instruction; thick skull bouncing beneath heavy mats of unkempt forelock. Return soon... she mused with a playful smirk stewing behind attentive brown eyes. That would be easier said than done no doubt, fondly she considered the weight of her body plant upon her and knees flexed ambitiously, boldly. Perhaps their task would be easier completed closer to the ship – the young Lignea wished not to insult her company’s swift foot. “I may hold you up Miss Laedere,” she admitted gently, not sorrowfully because she felt not the curse that other eyes imagined upon her. “Perhaps, if your decision has not swayed, we could venture to the north – to the Threshold which is not very far.” A hearty smile lifted swarthy features and the white blaze descending down the bridge of her nose seemed to brighten the humble expression as her skull tilted to sweep the thick hair from her eyes. The tree-girl chuckled warmly as the exotic mare agreed, moved by her tolerance, and Fig set off and the fastest ambling pace she could manage – though quickly that slowed to a rather sluggish crawl. In the meantime, the large mare spoke of World’s Edge, explained her position at length and how she had come to be in Helovia in the first place – unfortunately there had been little opportunity for her friend to join in (such was the rambling way of the Lignea). Soon enough her thick legs were searching for a glade broad enough to accommodate her unusual bulk, the vast spray of wood and lush foliage; at the visible border between meadow grass and threshold forest. “Warn all that they must enter the ship...” she whispered to groaning redwoods – her distant kin. It became quickly apparent that they would not find a hole quickly enough to delve into. Fig assured Laedere with a kindly smile, that the old timber would pass on their message. Fig & @[Laedere] <3 |
