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The mare began to work, drawing on the magic that dwelled within her to encase the feathers. She worked slowly and carefully, knowing from experience how delicate feathers could be. Her crystal encased each one with precision, ensuring that they would not bend or break, protected from the elements and from any physical harm. Her crystal, though thin and intricately crafted, had always been abnormally strong. She had confidence that the coating that she now supplied would be more than ample protection for Hector's prized feathers. As she worked, half of her mind remained on the conversation at hand. "I'm well, thank you for asking," she responded with a small smile. It was half a lie, but he didn't need to know that. She may have known Hector for some time, but she did not know him well, and she was not one to air her dirty laundry for all to see. Even if she was tired and nervous and morose ever since she and Gaucho fought. At least she had Vinati: the girl was a beacon to see her through the difficult times. Besides, the WildFire would come around eventually. He had to. "I've been itching to start a family at some point." The sudden outburst had the dove's brows raising and her eyes flicking up at him from where she had been focused on his feathers. What a random revelation to offer to her! Surely he wasn't hinting at anything - everyone in the Throat knew of her history with Gaucho, and even besides, she hardly knew the flame-kissed stallion before her. "Oh?" she responded after a half-breath's hesitation, hoping that he would simply chalk up her distraction to her work. She was only about halfway done, after all. "Did you have a particular mare in mind?" "Talk talk talk." |
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