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"For one so gentle you speak a little sharply, Lady Tor"
The voice was of a gentleman, said lightly and with courtesy. His silent bonded off hunting, a plague on his mind but one to trouble himself with later, for now he wanted to know what was wrong with his friend. Earlier on, Torasin had been drifting through the mists on his routine check up. Something he had taken up whilst Mirage had been stolen by the hoard of unicorns to the North. He felt that she would want this, for him to keep her beloved herd and home safe. To not come trailing after her, for the Queen of shadows and dragons must know, he was not best suited for fighting. He was more like... The mare in front of him on this day. A healer with a mind to save lives. Yet the golden boy sensed displeasure radiating from the femme who he considered to be his equal, and thoroughly enjoyed her company. So it worried him to see Tor this way, soft is his heart and so full of kindness.
A flap of wings sounded the arrival of Kiba, his brown landed neatly on his rump and chirped cheerfully to the pair. Torasin nodding at Maldecir who he recognized as the red haired steed Lace had brought back with him. Surely a respectable fellow, and Torasin felt a pang of sympathy for the poor boy seemed to have bore the brunt of Tor's mood. Yet he still maintained a friendly posture. Green pools fell to the mushrooms and then back to Tor, a face questionable with hints of surprise. He knew of her knowledge, she must of known their properties, so why did she take them and for what reason did she sadden at the mention of Lace. A stallion of great means who would mean no other any harm. Maybe it was something he shouldn't delve into and instead he kindly walked towards her.
"I'm not sure what's troubling you, nor do I intend to intrude on your privacy ma'am. At least, let me purge the poison from your blood with my healing gift?" Soft eyes gazed at her, his stance one of welcoming and serene calm whilst Kiba took to cleaning his claws from his hunt. Something in the eyes of the paint mare told Torasin she was hurting, but it was something so intimate he dared not ask. For none knew the hardship of love better than he did, two lovers dead and Mirage who he loved so deeply it was almost unfathomable, chose a much more suited lover than himself. There had been a few times when Torasin had questioned his existence and the purpose fate had set before him.
one should speak kindly and with compassion
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