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06-26-2012, 09:56 PM
Mirage watched the mare, carefully, assessing whether she was ready to rise – in all honesty, the little shadow thought it best that the belle lay and rest for a minute more, she was not in immediate danger, at least the charred flicka could not detect any. But the mare had spirit, rousing herself, Mirage stepped closer, her sturdy frame easily being available to lean upon. Scout ahead, Akaith. The quiet request was made, though it hardly needed to –the dragon was already in the air, checking that the vicinity was safe. “Lean upon me, and let us walk, you can rest at the Thistle Meadow. I am here.” She reassured the belle, not knowing whether her speech was even having an effect, positive or negative. It was a slow, deliberate walk, but Mirage wanted to reassure the mare was capable of resting easy – by this stage, surely Kiara was tired enough now that even if a pack of wolves were upon them, she would sleep. No wolves, Akaith murmured in her tiara, and the shadowy mare smiled to herself, pleased that no danger, aside whatever Kiara might have been running from, had come upon them. “Here,” she speaks, steadying her motion, easing herself away from the mare’s side, her own flanks dripping in sweat from the oppressive heat, and the effort of carrying another. But the dark mare did not mind in the least. She had located a soft patch, one that she had previously used to roll in herself, the loam was covered in a soft, downy grass, surrounded by thistles, but not uncomfortably so. More dust had gathered than usual, due to the drought that was triggered by the Sun God’s rage. “Rest, you are safe.” Smooth, warm tones conveyed, and the mare stood vigilant by the slumbering femme. |
