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07-10-2012, 03:36 PM
[For Kri, but Indy, Smoke, and Evers and/or Rose if Cait wants to join in/sees this are welcome to join since they're important within the herd.]
Pale, regal, and graceful Gossamer canters through the heat of the desert to the outskirts of the oasis. Her pearlescent, white hide shines like silver in the sun...minus, of course, the areas where sweat beads most thickly: her flanks, chest, and behind her ears. She stands upon the desert sand and bugles out a call, "I wish to speak with Leader Kri the Resolute or another who is authorized to make decisions." and there she waited in the sweltering heat.
The Foothills were so much cooler than this deathly heat. How sheltered they were up in her land. How great was the plight of the other horses in Helovia. Great was her shame that she and her herd had turned a blind eye to the suffering of others. The very thing she, herself, had promised to never do. She realizes though, that she could change that today with a treaty if she played it right. The Benevolent had only ever met with the lead but once before and that had not gone very well. The mare was strong and proud, like herself, but too proud as to take help. If Gossamer wanted to help her, she would have to weave it into her treaty somehow. Though her throat was dry and her tongue felt full of cotton her mind was sharp for the meeting to come.
Pale, regal, and graceful Gossamer canters through the heat of the desert to the outskirts of the oasis. Her pearlescent, white hide shines like silver in the sun...minus, of course, the areas where sweat beads most thickly: her flanks, chest, and behind her ears. She stands upon the desert sand and bugles out a call, "I wish to speak with Leader Kri the Resolute or another who is authorized to make decisions." and there she waited in the sweltering heat.
The Foothills were so much cooler than this deathly heat. How sheltered they were up in her land. How great was the plight of the other horses in Helovia. Great was her shame that she and her herd had turned a blind eye to the suffering of others. The very thing she, herself, had promised to never do. She realizes though, that she could change that today with a treaty if she played it right. The Benevolent had only ever met with the lead but once before and that had not gone very well. The mare was strong and proud, like herself, but too proud as to take help. If Gossamer wanted to help her, she would have to weave it into her treaty somehow. Though her throat was dry and her tongue felt full of cotton her mind was sharp for the meeting to come.
