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Rowan had accepted her past it would seem, letting it guide her future rather than dwelling on things that could not be changed. The draft beast approved of her attitude, far too often he came across horses who seemed more interested in life lived before rather than the time that stretched out ahead of them. He noticed the smirk that Ricochet was giving, and returned the smug look. It wasn’t his fault the dark mare had taken an interest in him, though he was perfectly happy go along with the way things were going. She was pretty enough, and smart besides, and Sandman saw no reason to turn her away.
The black and white dog came tearing back to his master, and after a brief moment of wordless speech it seemed the stag and his friend were on the verge of leaving. It was rather sudden, and the chestnut found himself wondering what information the border collie had imparted. A flattering remark about pasts and strength was directed to Rowan, though teal optics focused on him as well, including him in the statement. The femme replied, and Sandman gave a nod, seeing no need to speak yet. The expected farewell followed, with an invitation to join him again at a later date. “It has been an honor speaking with you, Ricochet. I’m certain we shall meet again.” He would indeed do his best to encounter the gold colt, for he still wished to know what it was that the younger stud was seeking. Now was not the time, however, for it would be rude to leave little Rowan alone on the beach. “Enjoy!” drifted back to them, a last quip from the dunskin boy, and Sandman chuckled, finding that he quite liked the fiery creature. Attention turned back to the mare, sharing her interest in the departed stallion. “So, what did you make of him? Any idea of what he was trying to learn?”
OOC:
Walking the walk
Talking the talk
Thinking my thoughts
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Ignore the Cold, It's Just a Feeling [Sandman]
