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07-18-2016, 01:59 PM
The white stallion jumps, overburdened nerves triggered by the sudden cacophony of the pegasus stallion's landing. His hooves tuck in tight together, mincing in place in an awkward sort of way. It puts further distance between him and the others, another full length of his own body. Then he settles, posture not exactly relaxing but at least more even. His long, slender limbs still their dancing for the moment, nostrils flaring wide as he breathes in slowly and deeply. He is done with this strange gathering, with these children who do not understand their own fragility. With the large stallion who is of his height but heavier, dangerous.
Still the woman is talking and he feels his duty is not quite dispensed so long as she asks questions of him. So he waits his turn to speak, tail lashing back and forth with impatience. He doesn't exactly nod, rolling one shoulder in something of a shrug. "It is freedom, with a mutual agreement for aid. There are... roles, which members agree to. Defense, healing, spirituality, scouting, crafting. We choose two disciplines, and in this way we identify in which roles we are teachers and in which we are students. Participation is.... as much as you wish or don't. Ashamin and many linger around the Blood Falls- you can find it where the woods and water begin to turn red, if you are interested."
He turns, with a last worried glance at the two fillies and barely a notice of the other stallion. He flicks his heels slightly and breaks out into a long-strided trot, eager to put more distance between him and the strangers. His threshold for society is past and his duty is discharged. His interest in the mare was only so far as rendering a service which he felt he must.
This finished, he turns his head back towards the Blood Falls, head lowers and seeking out plants he might recognize with eyes and nose.
Still the woman is talking and he feels his duty is not quite dispensed so long as she asks questions of him. So he waits his turn to speak, tail lashing back and forth with impatience. He doesn't exactly nod, rolling one shoulder in something of a shrug. "It is freedom, with a mutual agreement for aid. There are... roles, which members agree to. Defense, healing, spirituality, scouting, crafting. We choose two disciplines, and in this way we identify in which roles we are teachers and in which we are students. Participation is.... as much as you wish or don't. Ashamin and many linger around the Blood Falls- you can find it where the woods and water begin to turn red, if you are interested."
He turns, with a last worried glance at the two fillies and barely a notice of the other stallion. He flicks his heels slightly and breaks out into a long-strided trot, eager to put more distance between him and the strangers. His threshold for society is past and his duty is discharged. His interest in the mare was only so far as rendering a service which he felt he must.
This finished, he turns his head back towards the Blood Falls, head lowers and seeking out plants he might recognize with eyes and nose.
All interactions are go, short of death and permanent crippling.
