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04-24-2013, 10:55 PM
The mare's beckoning call did not go unheeded, not entirely. Lingering in the shadows of the trees stood a smokey shadow, nearly invisible with the way her monochrome coat was broken up by her natural shading and the dappling of the sunlight and shadow from the overhead tree branches. Dark eyes studied the pegasus that had intruded past the borders, taking in her gravid state and the exhaustion that weighed upon every limb. Nares flared to take in the stranger's scent, a deep inhalation that detected no particular scent pattern. Not of the Edge, nor the Throat, nor the Foothills. And clearly not of the Basin. An outcast.
White-edged ears twitched, listening for the approach of another perhaps more qualified to deal with the encroachment of a stranger. But there was a silence beneath the trees for the moment. Flicking her tail against her haunches, the grulla mare decided she might as well approach. Shifting her weight away from the tree she had leaned her shoulder against, she moved forward with deliberate quietness. Though she had not her Weyrleader's magic to blend with the shadows, she had her own skill and awareness of moving with slow stealth, to go unnoticed as yet another shadow unless she chose otherwise.
Now was such a time, as she stepped from the dappled shadows into the small clearing the pegasus had taken refuge in. "What brings you here?" She inquired, voice cool yet questioning. She felt obliged to offer this stranger the benefit of the doubt, for the moment at least, and restrained herself to calm politeness. But there was no doubt of the assessment she gave this mare. With the vague threat of the Assassin group, one could not be too careful. Even if steps had been made, there could always be an unknown member. Once a military leader, the grulla at times found it hard to step away from old habits.
White-edged ears twitched, listening for the approach of another perhaps more qualified to deal with the encroachment of a stranger. But there was a silence beneath the trees for the moment. Flicking her tail against her haunches, the grulla mare decided she might as well approach. Shifting her weight away from the tree she had leaned her shoulder against, she moved forward with deliberate quietness. Though she had not her Weyrleader's magic to blend with the shadows, she had her own skill and awareness of moving with slow stealth, to go unnoticed as yet another shadow unless she chose otherwise.
Now was such a time, as she stepped from the dappled shadows into the small clearing the pegasus had taken refuge in. "What brings you here?" She inquired, voice cool yet questioning. She felt obliged to offer this stranger the benefit of the doubt, for the moment at least, and restrained herself to calm politeness. But there was no doubt of the assessment she gave this mare. With the vague threat of the Assassin group, one could not be too careful. Even if steps had been made, there could always be an unknown member. Once a military leader, the grulla at times found it hard to step away from old habits.
