.svg/2000px-Google_Chrome_icon_(2011).svg.png){kind=icon}
06-01-2015, 12:15 AM
|
Laedere ❈ when you go home everything looks different ❈
She gently moved her frame to ease her tired muscles. Aye, she had been walking a lot - moving far in search of all the knowledge she could find about this new home, this new history to learn about. Sacre gave a gentle nod in response to her introductions - to the names which played off of each other so similarly that they were almost one. It hadn't been intentional, but it had still happened. The young stag seemed to shift, grabbing the arrow from the ground and tucking it into his mane. Aye, it grabbed Ardere's attention for but a moment, until the foxes brought her back to the game. Yes, the game was definitely more interesting. Finally, something not nearly as serious as Laedere - the mare always trying to keep the young companion mannerly and polite when all the Leviathan wanted was to play! Laedere explained how she garnered Ardere and the colt seemed so amazed. "Hath such precedent not occurred before? Mineself twas entrusted with an egg, so twas a tree-mare by thine name of Fig. Tis happened just before thine floods swallowed thine lands…" she tried to explain, pausing for a second, "Mine egg hatched as Ardere…" She shrugged, still uncertain as how amazing this entire feat was. Ah, but it didn't matter, because as soon as she finished speaking another had appeared. Another colt - with wings. She shudders a little eyes flickering to meet his gaze for just a second before falling down. Males always received more respect in her lands - regardless of her being an elder. It was the men who punished the sons, never the mothers. She gives a gentle bow, arching out the fronts of her wings but keeping her hole hidden. The bandage still billowed out a little in the wind, dry blood noticeable (especially against the sand). "Mineself tis Laedere. An honour to meet ye, Ivezho," she says - voice quite and polite as Sacre asked if the colt was also new around here. There is a laugh in the air as Sacre speaks of the companions, another laugh filtering into the air. He asks if the Throat has been peaceful, saying that it looked the same before making note of the new fire animals near them. "Mineself believes there to have been peace. Thine Throat hath no part of thee invasion upon thine Hidden Falls - which is where mineself used to hail from," Her eyes linger between the two - never quite meeting their gaze while Ardere continued to try and entertain the other companions. omg so sorry for the wait ^^; |
