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Loretta moved back toward her bondmate, tongue rolling from the side of her mouth. Her trot was light and easy, the feeling of holiday joy already filling her chest. Amber eyes moved to look out over those gathered as she approached Archibald. She stopped suddenly, tail wagging furiously. Abraham! She exclaimed mentally, an excited, yipping bark leaving her dangerous jaws.
The Dauntless watched the other horses as Loretta approached. His wartorn body stood statue still in the snow, his posture full and militaristic. Golden eyes danced down to Loretta when she planted herself in the snow, facing the opposite way as him. The sudden jolt of realization made him turn, catching a glimpse of his son. The leviathan and his dragons did not stay long, however. Just as the behemoth turned to see his progeny, the younger stallion turned to leave. A frown laced over Archibald's lips, wrinkling the pale skin. Sighing, the stallion turned back toward the festivities. At least he knew the boy was alive. Reginald, on the other hoof, had yet to be accounted for.
The Earth Turtle shared in the merriment and his joyous magic filled the vicinity. Despite the drop in Archibald's heart at his son leaving, he felt overwhelmed by the turtle's magic. As the cheer took over the Thistle Meadow, Archibald's massive body lifted into a mighty rear and his deep baritone voice released a long, celebratory call as the feathers from the turtle manifested in his mane. |
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