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06-11-2013, 04:57 AM
Wild-eyed and stormy-maned, Alan heeded the call of her Dark Empress. Admittedly, she didn't know much about Psyche. Alan had followed Nyra, had followed d'Artagnan, and in the end, Mauja; Psyche had fought in the Edge war, had been there when Mauja disappeared like smoke in the wind, but before the feral mare had had much of a chance to get to know her, she'd taken off after Seiren. Deimos had accepted her back, and she'd seen neither hide nor hair of Mauja since, and only a deeply rooted sense of duty had her heeding the call. Alan was part of this herd now, again, though she would pass judgment on their leader in time - observe, quietly. She found the milling throng of horses and settled nonchalantly beside the Time Mender, her leonine tail curling around her hocks, lashing the air from time to time. She said nothing, merely listened, and chuckled quietly when Arah spit out her venom about the incident with the murder. "Aye," she spat out in agreement, remembering the many times border patrols grumbled of trespassers in the Edge. "They're bold and stupid, all right." Her voice lowered, eyes going to d'Artagnan's; her own amber ones swirled with her characteristic fire. "Your dog hungry? If we don't do something with the corpse, it'll stay preserved all winter, and it makes me mad to look at."  |
