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07-26-2016, 10:18 AM
Romani
It doesn't take long for the pair to be joined by a third. The cracking of brittle grasses giving way beneath the weight of a horse signalted their arrival, and the golden-red warrior's head twisted to the side to take in the sight. The one who joined them didn't look like one who would be called 'Cowboy', considering that she was a mare... Who was she? There was no familiarity that sparked within the Haflinger's memory, but the scent that stuck to her, of the Hidden Falls, gave away the fact that she was of the same herd.
Then, to Romani's surprise, the hybrid woman spoke. 'Are you Romani?' The said mare's ear tipped forward in surprise, sharp cerulean eyes narrowed a bit with genuine confusion. How did this stranger know her name? Know of her?
"Aye, dear, I am." But she went on, this black and gold young lady, saying that her name was Ranjiri and that her mother, whoever that was, had assigned her to meet Romani here to complete their patrol. Ah. Perhaps this was one of Ktulu's children, then? But what about her assignment with Cowboy? Perhaps something had come up and the unknown stallion had been unable to meet her? It was hard to say, and so the gypsy thought nothing more of it and decided to greet her newly assigned partner instead.
The Haflinger's dainty muzzle softened with a warmer expression, and she dipped her head in a nod. "It's good to meet you then, Ranjiri. I suppose we should get started, hm?" She asked warmly, mindful to always be polite. Old habits were hard to break, after all, and Ranjiri clearly meant them no harm.
At her side, still lounging upon the scorched earth, Kasai gave a grunt of undignified effort and then slowly crawled to her feet. The white tigress looked to Ranjiri, their patrol replacement, and huffed a breath. Romani spoke, daring to take the first step into the brittle, summer-warped Threshold. "This is Kasai," she stated pleasantly, dipping her muzzle briefly towards the white tiger at her heels before redirecting her blue eyes back onto Ranjiri, "I do not mean to be so bold, but... Is your mother Ktulu, by chance?"
Then, to Romani's surprise, the hybrid woman spoke. 'Are you Romani?' The said mare's ear tipped forward in surprise, sharp cerulean eyes narrowed a bit with genuine confusion. How did this stranger know her name? Know of her?
"Aye, dear, I am." But she went on, this black and gold young lady, saying that her name was Ranjiri and that her mother, whoever that was, had assigned her to meet Romani here to complete their patrol. Ah. Perhaps this was one of Ktulu's children, then? But what about her assignment with Cowboy? Perhaps something had come up and the unknown stallion had been unable to meet her? It was hard to say, and so the gypsy thought nothing more of it and decided to greet her newly assigned partner instead.
The Haflinger's dainty muzzle softened with a warmer expression, and she dipped her head in a nod. "It's good to meet you then, Ranjiri. I suppose we should get started, hm?" She asked warmly, mindful to always be polite. Old habits were hard to break, after all, and Ranjiri clearly meant them no harm.
At her side, still lounging upon the scorched earth, Kasai gave a grunt of undignified effort and then slowly crawled to her feet. The white tigress looked to Ranjiri, their patrol replacement, and huffed a breath. Romani spoke, daring to take the first step into the brittle, summer-warped Threshold. "This is Kasai," she stated pleasantly, dipping her muzzle briefly towards the white tiger at her heels before redirecting her blue eyes back onto Ranjiri, "I do not mean to be so bold, but... Is your mother Ktulu, by chance?"
You Ain't Ever Gonna Change
You Got a Gypsy Soul to Blame
And You Were Born for Leavin'
