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12-08-2012, 06:45 AM
A brow lifted unamused as he noticed the smirk on the stallions face. Another time Lace might have been able to laugh together with the stranger at the folly of his own predicament, but the recent events left him feeling very humorless indeed. Black-edged ears turned backwards for a moment, a hoof stomping the ground to return the foreigner to a more businesslike state of mind. Really. Was this how you asked a favor? "Father Earth, you say" he mused and shifted the weight between black hooves, quietly regarding the striped horse - the expression revealed nothing, voice void of reaction. "For what purpose are you... No, actually don't tell me. The Throat are allies of the Edge, it is reassurance enough. I do need to know if the Divine Father specified anything about the item though. Are you to return it to him?" Depending on the answer, the approach might become different. Certain types of wood was suitable for different things, and not all of them grew within the Edge. | ||
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