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The instant Rye learned of where he was his mind raced to gather any memory he could about the place and…he came up empty. Still in thought Rye nodded his head as he learned the grey mare’s name, “a beautiful name for a beautiful mare.” The place Glasgow spoke of sounded interesting the World’s Edge…certainly a dramatic name, did the world really end there? ’do they all live in one herd? he thought. Rye looked to the other mare to answer his unspoken question, orange eyes practically drilling holes in the mare.
”Planets….” He sounded truly interested in what floated around her head. Rye practically scrunched up his nose as Frost Fyre mentioned snow and mountains, he was born in the baking sun and sands…with much flat land not mountains. “Uh huh, interesting, very interesting…”
”I am Valkyrie but please, call me Rye” he introduced. At the mention of how wet and cold he was a shiver went through his skin, yes warmth sounded like an excellent plan indeed. But for a moment he watched the two because it seemed he needed to choose which herd he liked to join, however much he’d hate to let down either mare. “Well it seems ive been left with a choice…”
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Next post he’ll decide!
