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01-24-2016, 03:50 PM
Ashamin
Her curiousity, the question living in her very smile, was invigorating. Even before the answer left her lips Ashamin found himself grinning like a fool; in hindsight, he would realize such giddiness might come from nervousness and fear. Because there was, of course, the very real thread of this all going to hell. Would he get himself kicked out, little Zahra at her side? It occurred to Ashamin that while in theory he had the authority to invite her in, in practice such a thing had never (as far as he was aware, ever) been done. That was tradition, some antiquated sort of history: the basin belonged to the unicorns. Whether it be a fact of prejudice whispered on the breeze or a point of pride, whether it be intended as a haven for similarly persecuted in the past, was all unclear to the haruspex. He bore little knowledge, for a wise one. Ashamin knew only what the leads of his herd wanted him to know, that much had become painfully, painfully clear. The moment Zahra's answer did hit the air, though, joy sprang through him and fear seemed to fade. Lochan leaped and kicked with his hind legs, a move he'd learned from his bonded's sparring and adapted into an expression of pleasure. Even Rakt, so practiced in uncaring, managed to show some interest as he wiggled his nose out from under the safety of the sarong to nudge the fetlock of the yearling--the new family member. "That's wonderful!" The haruspex said with elation, his whole posture lifted and his forehooves stepping with sudden anxious happiness. He stepped closer and around Zahra, nudging her neck and back as if herding her by going around her. "You'll make an amazing apprentice, if you'd like that. Those are students of our weaver Johnny, he's..." Ashamin considered telling Zahra now about Johnny's stranger attributes, but thought better of it. Let her be surprised, as Ashamin himself had been. "Well, you'll meet Johnny soon. He's wonderful," Ashamin concluded with a smile and a shaking exhale as he looked upon the little mare, the new member of the Basin. "When did you want to go? We can leave anytime for home, you're a member of the Basin now," Ashamin added to make himself more confident, rather than the mare, "the north is open to you always." "" |
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