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02-17-2013, 09:53 AM
Avalon had of course been brought here by someone. Just several handfuls of time ago she had found herself in the Threshold being towed to Dragon's Throat. And before that, there were the two others trying to persuade her into their herds. Avalon dipped her head slightly with a brief yes.
"Of course. He said his name was Gaucho." Avalon didn't suppose Kri was one to speak much but Avalon didn't press on for much of any conversation neither. Nor did she care for it. She was fine either way. All in all, Avalon still retained the same friendly and amiable tone as well as aura. The setting sun was beginning to sink further under the sands of the desert land only to be covered for the night. Looking at the right spot, one could see where dark blue collided with the red indicating the fast approaching night. Avalon then began to wonder if this was perhaps a bad time to approach Kri. Whether or not, it was too late to excuse herself anyways. "It's a very beautiful place, Dragon's Throat." And she wasn't lying nor stating it to suck up either. It was rather her observations coming out of her mouth. The rolling soft sands felt absolutely splendid on her hooves. Avalon's silver lined eyes looked once more at the setting sun. Its colors reminded her much of a fire that was beginning to burn slowly down. With a swish of her tail, the large horse's gaze as returned to Kri once more. |
