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05-16-2013, 01:39 PM
Soft steps, muffled by loam fed by centuries of shifts in the seasons, did not go unnoticed. An ear tuft tilted, swaying toward the source of the approaching hoof-falls. Waiting to see whether or not those steps would veer off before their owner would stumble across she who sat so quietly. Closer, closer, and then a pause. Golden eyes shifted away from one leaf that had yellowed around the edges but was stubbornly resisting the influence of the cooling weather.
Her head was turned, no longer providing a profile view of the hawk's beak that seemed so unlikely to allow speech. Instead she peered toward the black unicorn headlong, passively curious. This one was an unfamiliar face, yet undoubtably of the Edge. The young gryphon was quite familiar with the notorious abilities of several of the protectors here, due to her friendship with one who counted them as brothers of various degrees. And she doubted that this little mare could have slipped past any of them, much less some of those whose histories might have lent some notoriety in the minds of those who knew of them.
Which left merely the reason why. Why did this unicorn stand there and gaze at her? The silence lingered for a few moments, before the mare moved forward with lofty strides and a friendly grin. Not unreceptive of friendly overtures, the young gryphon shifted to face the stranger, and her long and fluffy tail flicked across the ground. "Grreetingsss." The word was not entirely crystal clear, given the way her voice caught on the r's and lingered on the s's, bringing an exotic blend of trills and hisses into an otherwise simple salutation.
Her head was turned, no longer providing a profile view of the hawk's beak that seemed so unlikely to allow speech. Instead she peered toward the black unicorn headlong, passively curious. This one was an unfamiliar face, yet undoubtably of the Edge. The young gryphon was quite familiar with the notorious abilities of several of the protectors here, due to her friendship with one who counted them as brothers of various degrees. And she doubted that this little mare could have slipped past any of them, much less some of those whose histories might have lent some notoriety in the minds of those who knew of them.
Which left merely the reason why. Why did this unicorn stand there and gaze at her? The silence lingered for a few moments, before the mare moved forward with lofty strides and a friendly grin. Not unreceptive of friendly overtures, the young gryphon shifted to face the stranger, and her long and fluffy tail flicked across the ground. "Grreetingsss." The word was not entirely crystal clear, given the way her voice caught on the r's and lingered on the s's, bringing an exotic blend of trills and hisses into an otherwise simple salutation.
