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11-11-2012, 07:32 PM
The sons of her beloved friend were of course, welcome within the borders of the World's Edge. Even their mother, a mare whom Mirage had seen nothing but ill-manners from, was welcome, if only they wished to ask and respect the laws of the herd. As it was, they evidently chose to be Outcast, a decision Mirage could understand perfectly well, having walked that path for most of her life.
Their scents were something she vaguely remembered, having met them at their birthing, and otherwise recognising them for their similarities to the golden and ivory Torasin.Brooke, it seemed, had been gone for a long time once again, and while this angered Mirage, she could not let her opinion on the mare be known to Torasin, lest he decide she still held his heart. It would not do well to insult the lover of a dearest friend, even if they were apart for a while - what would happen should the insulted lover return? Would they still be lovers? It was not for Mirage to say, and so she did not say a thing on the matter. Akaith sat atop the withers of her bonded this day, as the dark mare walked towards the area inhabited by the trio of relatives. A low wuffle was offered, a deep nod of her tiara given to her Advocate, a fond glance, overflowing with love and affection for her golden friend, simultaneously presented to him. Akaith proffered a friendly warble to the swiftly growing brown dragon, feeling the same affection for him as her bonded did for his bonded. Swiftly she was able to ascertain that something was not quite right in the family of her beloved friend, and so with a concerned brow frowning slightly, she gently inquired after their wellbeing. "How you have grown; I hope all is well?" sxc.hu
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