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Stallion :: Pegasus :: 14.3 hh :: Immortal :: Soul is 7 (FF) Buff: HUNTER

Fina :: Common Zephyr :: Phoenix & Wakiya & Neve :: Common Zephyr :: Arctic Angel

03-09-2015, 01:41 PM

A cerulean mare came to us, her expression is a rich mirror of delightful excitement upon catching sight of Africa. (A sentiment my partner seemed less inclined to share.) As they conversed, Guacho motioned for us to move away -- continue our palaver in private. The suggestion was reasonable and I found no cause for argument... this skull nodded passively in agreement; though the acceptance didn't stop these gems from turning to Africa, the molten depth attempting to reassure us both that she'd manage. Fina huffs and shoots a hard glance to Silas; having already felt my anxiety though our connection, known my feelings toward yon flaming sunchild... she took off, spiraling on the moist sea breath over my granite hued mate.

"Thank ye," I whispered for those secret ears alone. Her answer a wordless scoff, but I felt the promise behind her actions and knew they (Silas and Fina) would see my swollen lover well taken care of. Neve chatters excitably and flutters to my spine while eyeing the other Zephyr with innocent interest that was slightly dimmed with disappointment. It didn't seem like Guacho's babe wanted a game.

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Shorter steps trace his lengthy stride. I listened eagerly as he answered my offer with plain confirmation that his pale lady had indeed returned... Ebony ears slip back a notch, an outward sign of my confusion; this wasn't a man who brimmed with joy upon witnessing the return of someone most loved. I pressed a smile regardless of inner musing, "It lifts my heart to hear she's home." Which was true; even if my happiness for her return seemed grand in comparison to his.

Before anything more can be said my company suddenly skids to a stop. These ivory feathers tighten their hold and Neve is jerked forward a step as I also plant my hooves into the sand and hold fast. The Sultan changes our subject into one of more formal regard; he asks about another missing figurehead, Confutatus. For a moment the name holds little meaning in the swirling material of my mind. Then suddenly the file comes forward and I remember; Africa had mended a woman with such marking and title, crown bobs ahead of my voice, "Aye," the strange mare with foul breath was long gone, "She appeared wounded upon my border, a healer saw her tended to and escorted back to the wilds many months ago." Brows narrow, interested, "Has she grieved ye?"

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The source is dry - by Gaucho - 03-03-2015, 12:24 AM

RE: The source is dry - by Midas - 03-09-2015, 01:41 PM

RE: The source is dry - by Gaucho - 03-24-2015, 01:38 PM

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