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11-11-2012, 04:07 AM
It was with little care that the mare watched the stallion leave her lands. The training exercise Ink had performed had been a success, and the prisoner had met no harm while he was here, nor would he meet no resistance in his escape. Golden eyes trailed after him, though she was cloaked by the illusionary magic that shielded her bodice from view. A dark smudge against the lands, her dragon was nowhere to be seen. “Begone, Abyss.” It was a gentle utterance, a whisper upon the wind, an urging for the stallion to once again find his freedom in the lands. She would not hold onto any Outcasts against their wills, and likewise she would not stop them if they found their time here reasonably enjoyable and requested to stay. Abyss had longed for freedom; and here she let him have it.
