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02-15-2017, 10:02 AM
A familiar owl suddenly appears on a branch nearby, the rustle of the tree the only sound the creature makes on his arrival. Looking up at him from his work (the study of several stones, recently halved), the stallion smiles as the bird flaps his wings in greeting. Wondering why else Alysanne’s companion would be here, in his work clearing, if she wasn’t in the process of trying to find him, Dragomir quickly picks up and puts his cracked rocks into the proper satchel, to look at later, before moving along after the silently floating bird, his happy hoot filling the air as he alights. She is not far, indeed seeming to look for someone. Closing the distance between them, the crafter whinnies a greeting, his long, leggy trot quickly finding him at her side. "Queen Alysanne!" he greets, using her proper title with an amused smile, finding the world’s changing nature less disgruntling than it had been in his younger years. Now, he was simply glad that his friend had been given such an honorable title, knowing that she would serve the herd well, and with great love, as she always had. "I was wondering when we’d see one another." Dragomir |
Any violence/magic is allowed to be used upon Dragomir at anytime, permitting it doesn't kill or seriously maim him without my permission <3
