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11-12-2012, 11:17 PM
Another roamed the meadows this day, another familiar with some of the participants of the unfolding incident. And the rising drama drew her closer, unable to resist the curiosity piqued by the turmoil stirring amongst those gathered.
An easy trot was reached as she moved to join the trio of painted equines, bringing her close enough to catch words spoken loudly in anger before she could offer words of greeting. Blue eyes swung in bemusement toward the older mare as the young mousey-colored grulla came to a halt near the side of Nym, who she remembered from an earlier encounter.
"Why do you inquire about the dead? I remember you were of the Oasis, before and during the time of the shades." The difference a few turnings of the seasons had, lending the young almost-mare just that much more life experience that she could remember this mare, Brooke. Remember seeing her with the Shadowkissed and remember hearing of her from her own dam, who also had lived through those traumatic times. Though she knew naught that one who she'd called brother had been borne to the painted mare before her. But she stood there with bold assertiveness, staring at the mare who really should know better.
Her ears twitched then, before she looked to the slightly younger and slightly taller colts. "Hi Nym. Your brother?" It was more niceties than real requirement to inquire to the relation, for the pair were of similar enough appearance that it was obvious they were related. And obvious, after a moment's observation, that there was more than a passing resemblance between them and the mare they argued with. But that was a subject the filly wasn't about to touch. She was more curious about the insistence in the mare's voice when she spoke of Aera.
An easy trot was reached as she moved to join the trio of painted equines, bringing her close enough to catch words spoken loudly in anger before she could offer words of greeting. Blue eyes swung in bemusement toward the older mare as the young mousey-colored grulla came to a halt near the side of Nym, who she remembered from an earlier encounter.
"Why do you inquire about the dead? I remember you were of the Oasis, before and during the time of the shades." The difference a few turnings of the seasons had, lending the young almost-mare just that much more life experience that she could remember this mare, Brooke. Remember seeing her with the Shadowkissed and remember hearing of her from her own dam, who also had lived through those traumatic times. Though she knew naught that one who she'd called brother had been borne to the painted mare before her. But she stood there with bold assertiveness, staring at the mare who really should know better.
Her ears twitched then, before she looked to the slightly younger and slightly taller colts. "Hi Nym. Your brother?" It was more niceties than real requirement to inquire to the relation, for the pair were of similar enough appearance that it was obvious they were related. And obvious, after a moment's observation, that there was more than a passing resemblance between them and the mare they argued with. But that was a subject the filly wasn't about to touch. She was more curious about the insistence in the mare's voice when she spoke of Aera.
