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Night holds company with this pair, a dark blushed Pegasus, and a golden mare. Dark harks listen to the lady as she speaks, Romani. Curious name, unlike any he’d ever encountered, though too her coat and eyes were that which he had never viewed. The rich blue eyes were striking, and seemed to dance between a clear sky and stirring waters. Perhaps this land be farther removed from that which he came than previously thought. Though this thought was a blessing. His heart dashed at the thought of his beloved homeland left behind. But pray, the mare continues her speech. The Foothills, the reference had not meaning for the stallion. These creatures, tongues, names, and places, which were so foreign for him he could ne’er grasp them did pester the blacked winged horse so that his body tensed visibly. Mind you as she continued, he was quick to suppress it lest rouse suspicion of his intentions. And Kasai. The earth eyes studied the creature still cowering under its “companion”. Perhaps these creatures kept friends with other creatures as those from long ago in his land did with wolves. But alas another thought of home. This would not suit him if he were to get a beneficial sleep tonight. His body groaned silently with the realization, but the frustration his unanswered curiosities had caused him, he held his noble stance.
It was a moment before the bay horse noticed the mare’s stare upon his wings. He was coming to accept slowly her lack of them as not having mutated her mind as well, but he was wary of her longing stare. Its meaning was beyond the stallion. She shook her head and the bay leaned on his hinds, with her snort he twitched his tail. Fearful her thoughts had lead to some unhappy end, but nah, she smiles and speaks warmly. The stallion restores his balanced stance. The maiden speaks lesser of a noble tongue than he, but perhaps here she is not stand as high as he had. The Threshold of Helovia. Now, this was helpful to him. Helovia. The creature had never heard of such a place as that, though he had crossed many an uncounted mile, and unwatched earth. Could it be he travelled so far as to reach a place unknown to his land of-
A voice breaks the silence. Wings flesh out, ready to fight the pine roof to fly off. Hark though, the voice speaks not in threats. But strange, he? And bold of her to say as well! A snort rustles in his chest but he silences it with a soft, whisper of a nicker. Feathers slowly draw back in to hide their previous thoughts. Alas though, here is one he can find familiarity with. The chocolate colored femme with golden locks brushed in with two fine wings that would make any Pegasus proud. She carried her head high as such a creature should, though her speech was like that of the peasant, even with her subtle comment of his charming tongue. She stands so tall though, and stops with an air of authority which crowns her brow in austerity. Through dancing golden locks she eyes him, and he allows it, seeing no need to hide from one such as her. The new maiden steals glances upon the meal colored lady, Romani. The bay horse has a quick eye and sees the mare’s hid twitch. Should he be wary of she with no wings? Be she a threat that her voice hides from him?
No matter, the familiar creature speaks with a rough smile gracing her lips and pride piercing every word. The black feathered horse does not disappoint but stands as one does before that which the lady calls herself. His head still holds with high reguard, but openness to these visitors, and his body, though begging for a rest, keeps its calm stance under his steady command. Indeed, Helovia. And yea, Kri, another name with such an old twist as to catch him so off guard he near misses her next phrase pronouncing her title. So she is a leader just. Her authority is well meant and indeed deserved. The black winged horse need not worry if he was in this majesty’s territory for if so she would not have welcomed him so. Besides that, he was in the land called the Threshold. Though the names have no meaning in this world to him, the creature catches on quickly. Weariness may call his body but not his mind. Tis why the past few night have not found him well.
Before the dark horse can make his move the golden lady makes hers. Her greatness as Kri the Resolute. What a strange title to add to a ladys name. Perhaps her story ran rougher than one might be lead to think. Now the horse pondered a moment. This Pegasus which carried such a valiant stature, was a honor to meet. Galen prayed to pick up the strange workings of the land quickly for he was finding its social greetings, speech, and customs hidden farther than the darkside of the moon. Hidden in what he thought was a dead wood had already stepped two creatures to question and welcome him. Be there more? Pray thee not. Perhaps one creature he could brush off to find a place to rest without much damage done, but with two it would be impossible for the tired beast. The best way to hide those things we hold most dear is to push intruders away with another face to wonder upon.
Black wings stretch, and again Galen dips his proud head to hers. Black locks shifting over his mark of twisting circles. He was not a ruler in this land but a stranger, and this he must remember in these dealings. Pride upon his part would do him no good will. Rising and collecting his lagging wings close he spoke in his tongue again. “Tis a pleasure, Kri the Resolute, to meet thy noble grace. Though I beg your leave to state thy tongue and looks are just as strange to thee.” His rich voice sounded so foreign to him in speaking her name. Keeping his pleasant look though, to the honey maiden he called “And pleasure as well to ye Romani, and Ka-sai.” He tried to wrap his voice around the pets name but its strangeness due to never having uttered such a word caused him to stumble upon it. Now what was to happen in this company of three? The stallion broke the silence. “Forgive me thy royal Kri, and lady Romani for this world is dark and foreign to me.” He paused as an owl called in the night. Twas late, but his mind knew his duty was to keep face even if the reason for that duty was long lost. “Bid thee tell my curious mind why thy souls wander on a night and forest so deep as this?” The boldness of his question was not usual to his dark beast, as he usually did not ask for such rash and possibly uncouth answers to strangers,but the dead of night is not a usual time to hold such high meetings. He prayed they, especially Romani, would not find his question too intruding. The bay stood with his solid stance and gentle gaze as a listening fellow comrade is apt to do. They had no conception of his inner aches, nor he their world. Though the later was about to change.
"Speech"
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