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05-18-2015, 11:40 PM
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Laedere ❈ when you go home everything looks different ❈
Aye, she a little bit of an angry creature now wasn't she? There was a sharp snort in the direction of Laedere's fire stag - and the stag only has the fire move in that direction. It never went out, never got weaker - simply stared at the mare who had snorted his way. As Laedere asked if she could help, the other green mare narrowed her eyes which had shot straight toward her. An inquiry as to who she was, and what was with this fire stag before shaking her skull indignantly. "Tis a creation of thine soul, gift from thee God of Sun." Laedere explains - not knowing how much longer these creations would be following around the Throat members. "Mineself tis dawned Laedere - and thine dolphin tis dawned Ardere. We hail from thee Throat…" she started to explain, audits still perked forward. Aye, how she still clung ignorantly to the hope that this mare hailed from Pompeii - that some long lost form of family had stumbled into her grasps. "Ye might be?" But it wasn't true, was it? This mare was not from Pompeii - had not seen the ash and lava cover the skies, bury her people. She shifted back and forth, "Ardere, hush thineself," she instructed to her companion who immediately stopped the incessant clicking. Still, with the descent of the falcon she had no desire to have her own companion become some kind of meal. So she stood, head tilted a little to the side, still wondering if she could be of assistance. Hopeful, ever hopeful. She just wanted family, and even if this one didn't speak as she did... she would pray. ooc goes hurr. |
