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02-27-2016, 09:13 AM
(This post was last modified: 02-27-2016, 09:14 AM by Albrecht.
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He’s only just straggled into the meeting, still stiff and bleary eyed from heavy slumber because unlike the others and wholly unsurprisingly, Albrecht is not an early riser. That he rises at all some days is surely a miracle of some recently insulted or badly tempered deity bent on aggravating the land of the living for at least a few more hours.
The young stallion with red splashed across his brow, grinning and standing proud in the wake of his apparent idol, prompts a sudden outpouring of mirth. “The Basin is feral, ferocious… and yet we have babes frolicking in the snow and pink ponies weaving our wares." He teases, shifting the wrap of undyed wool coiled around his neck a little lower across his withers. "The Basin is elitist – racist - and yet we have bald faced applicants waiting at the gates, and yet we keep feathered friends among our ranks.” He nods to the white faced filly, his usual scowl softening for a moment around the eyes, silently broadcasting his lack of animosity towards her and her kind. “The Basin is changing, adapting. She’s a chameleon that takes what she needs and molds it to better effect. She doesn’t care how rough around the edges, how dysfunctional, or how unusual a character is so long as they perform a function. That is her strength.”
The more he speaks the more aware he becomes of the scene around him, the discordant mix of positive and negative emotions swirling unpredictably across the others features. He quiets suddenly, acutely aware of the attention he’s pinned to himself by speaking out so freely. Belatedly, he nods his head to the Lord of the Basin, adding a second nod for the Lord's esteemed Corporal, ears standing at opposite angles in his uncertainty.
OOC // Blabber-mouth would also like to learn some things.
The young stallion with red splashed across his brow, grinning and standing proud in the wake of his apparent idol, prompts a sudden outpouring of mirth. “The Basin is feral, ferocious… and yet we have babes frolicking in the snow and pink ponies weaving our wares." He teases, shifting the wrap of undyed wool coiled around his neck a little lower across his withers. "The Basin is elitist – racist - and yet we have bald faced applicants waiting at the gates, and yet we keep feathered friends among our ranks.” He nods to the white faced filly, his usual scowl softening for a moment around the eyes, silently broadcasting his lack of animosity towards her and her kind. “The Basin is changing, adapting. She’s a chameleon that takes what she needs and molds it to better effect. She doesn’t care how rough around the edges, how dysfunctional, or how unusual a character is so long as they perform a function. That is her strength.”
The more he speaks the more aware he becomes of the scene around him, the discordant mix of positive and negative emotions swirling unpredictably across the others features. He quiets suddenly, acutely aware of the attention he’s pinned to himself by speaking out so freely. Belatedly, he nods his head to the Lord of the Basin, adding a second nod for the Lord's esteemed Corporal, ears standing at opposite angles in his uncertainty.
OOC // Blabber-mouth would also like to learn some things.
Mentioned @Deimos @Ode @Zahra and @Ki'irha.
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