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10-14-2015, 11:17 AM
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She's just left the springs, steam still rolling from her wet coat. She has successfully gotten all of the mud and muck from herb-hunting off of her pale silvery skin. Her patches of bone-white are once again restored to their former brightness. It will not last, she knows, but it felt nice for now. The snow was gone, blooms and grass littering all corners of the Basin except for the cold, wet snowy stones to the far north. This will not last either, for the warm season is shortest in the north. It's mothering country to the north, the one of eternal ice and snow, the Steppe, will soon spill back into the Basin come mid-autumn and the warmth will have gone away as soon as it crept in. Tangere does not mind the cold, it keeps the flies away and the weak-footed at bay. Nothing less than formidable can live here – nothing less than strong can be raised here. She comes upon Zunden as she moves step by step, mouthful by mouthful across one of the large patches of meadow lining the pine woods in the Basin's valley. Before she reaches her she calls out, a low whicker to announce her approach. “Hello, Zunden.” She smiles through her greeting, letting her eyes swallow the varnish child's new body – not only grown now, but with child. More Basin children. She smiles wider now, coming closer and stopping at a respectful five feet or so. “And congratulations.” She wonders now that she has come closer if Zunden recognizes her. Remembers when she was given a mission, failed to do it and came into the Basin anyways. Tangere leaves the subject alone, knowing Zunden has quite the attitude. She hopes the child will not be foolish and avoid the subject as well – and keep her sass-mouth out of the situation completely. Perhaps she's learned manners as well as how to please a boy. Phrixus remains a quiet ornament on the unicorn's back. Watching the mare's swollen ribcage, he ruffles with shivers. His bonded can feel him writhing at the thought of another being growing inside another's womb. Gross.  |
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