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03-01-2015, 03:49 PM
He was ever so careful. Trying to be anyway. But it was so much work. And it had never been done to this extent before. True he had played charades, but never so fully. So you must forgive him for this oversight. A child steps in and speaks up, harks fall back. Habit. Unplanned. Children were never welcome, especially the ice eyes noted, when they have pets. But just as quickly as his ears feel they are risen again and he smiles warmly. Trying as he might to make up for that momentary lax of character that he prayed the babe did not notice the bay dips his head to her. “It is good to hear.” As momentary panic calmed, the bay causally took her in further. She certainly was someone’s child, but who’s the pink on her wings made the golden pause. Arvakl had been pregnant. Ah, well, even that mare should she choose to show couldn’t recognize him, the gold laughed to himself inside. So the conversation continues.
Temp. Curious little name. The bay looks out as she speaks and smiles with a great patience to her. Rohan would love children, as any ‘good’ horse should, even if it swelled bitterness in his chest to see one smile so excitedly up at him. It was not at all normal. There was, he admitted a strong urge to make a scary face and have her run away screaming. But that would be unlike Rohan. So the blue banded smiles at her and nods to the kitsune at her feet. “Well met.” Looking back up to her he speaks again in that soothing deep voice. “It sounds most curious.” There apparently was no war (duh, though Mooney was coming close) so Rohan could relax a bit. With a calmer sense he turns back to the silver maned unicorn. Is this really the pace of all meetings around here? Good lord, what a bore. It had to be done though.
There! Bingo! We have a winner! The Falls, first try, just simply beautiful! Though of course the gold most carefully manned his stations to avoid this excitement showing. He would not have another slip up like before, even if it was a small one. “Legastus?” It was almost a whisper to himself, because of course Rohan wouldn’t know what that means (neither does the golden but that’s not important of course). The blue banded sighs, letting his wings sag slightly again, and head fall to a more level stance. “It sounds most exciting, but is there anywhere I can stay? I will earn my keep.” He seems to have almost leveled with them, looking from one creature to the other. His sea blue eyes heavy. The bird is weary, and seeks only some peace with which to sleep.
OOC :: @[Rostislav] @[Tempe]
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