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11-24-2012, 09:19 AM
The newcomer's hoofsteps were so soft that Aryel did not notice him until he spoke. She jumped slightly as he did so, wings momentarily half-unfurling, then resettling again as the male apologized for startling. "It's all right." she said, tossing her head once to flick her forelock out of her eyes. "This place just makes you jumpy." Privately, she scolded herself for starting at every little noise. She wasn't some defenseless foal anymore, she didn't need to run and hide from everything, least of all other horses.
She turned her head to follow him as he moved to stand in front of her. His coat was a solid, glossy black, mismatched wings an alabaster white with almost-luminescent feather tips. He was a couple hands higher, which had ceased to become a surprise to the compact 14hh mare.
She nodded her head in return as the male lowered his head to put their eyes on the same level, a gesture Aryel found polite. So his name was Murdock? She memorized it, finding the name easy to tie to the black horse. "Aryel." she said, giving her own name. She noticed his glance towards her necklace, but thought nothing of it. "Do you live around here?"
She turned her head to follow him as he moved to stand in front of her. His coat was a solid, glossy black, mismatched wings an alabaster white with almost-luminescent feather tips. He was a couple hands higher, which had ceased to become a surprise to the compact 14hh mare.
She nodded her head in return as the male lowered his head to put their eyes on the same level, a gesture Aryel found polite. So his name was Murdock? She memorized it, finding the name easy to tie to the black horse. "Aryel." she said, giving her own name. She noticed his glance towards her necklace, but thought nothing of it. "Do you live around here?"
Thanks for the good times, and no hard feelings for the bad times.
Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.
Vicer and Aryel's new threads never happened.
