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07-17-2012, 04:23 AM
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Mauja the FrostHeart
ice cold man watches earth die, eternal winter takes its reign
( skipping Goss for now, because I don't want this to drag on. just jump in again whenever you have the time, Illu. ^^ )
It looked like coming here so soon again didn't exactly improve his standing with Kri. Of course, he wasn't even nearly as deep into her territory this time, perhaps just some hundred paces (he still wasn't entirely certain where they considered their border to be), but it seemed enough to make her really unhappy. He sighed inwardly. Did she have to be so complicated? Then again - in her situation, he probably would've been annoyed too. He settled for a somewhat neutral face as he studied the short mare, and her daughter, Onni. She seemed less hostile, perhaps a bit shy, or stupid; he didn't know. But it was irrelevant, for now. Mauja nodded at both of them but kept silent for a moment, allowing Indy to introduce himself, should he so wish. Gossamer too, he hoped. Inwardly he thought it unfair that the Foothills didn't get as hostile a greeting, but then again, every Helovian - except the racist unicorns - seemed to harbor some sort of suspicion of him. Oh, well. He'd just have to prove them wrong. "Kri, Onni," he said by way of greeting, his voice pleasant, if a little more terse than last time he'd come in here. "We've had enough of the heat, and are heading to the Veins to ask Moon and Earth what they're going to do about it. Are you interested in coming along, to hear what they have to say?" The sooner they got out of this oven of a land, the better. The less time he had to spend around a mare who looked as if she wanted to do murder but couldn't, the better. He had no wish to accidentally make the relations between the Throat and the Edge worse - it was enough that Gossamer seemed ready to jump down his throat, too. Blasted mares.  |
