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08-29-2013, 07:49 PM
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| As Florabella heard the formal introductions between Frost Fyre and the newcomer, Harmony, a shade of crimson rose to high cheeks in spite of the brown fur covering the vulnerable skin. Her knowledge behind the family they stood with made her quite proud to know there were horses with loyalties. Shown qualities through first impressions left her with ideas that it would be okay to mention her formal introduction, but she silently fretted over the reactions they might have. No wonder she had admiration. She wasn’t ashamed to be a part of her own family, but she was afraid to expose herself to friendly strangers. Her nature obviously did not consist of an easy vocal cord which could let words flow freely through it and out her jaw. Harmony was more of a polite stranger, however, noting that there wasn’t any (strong) attempt to eavesdrop on an awkward moment between her and the one-horned equine. Another chance to prove to Seele she could provide teamwork? It was as if the divine ones were fortunate to bless her clothed in flaws and mercy. Her odd eyes peered without contact towards the newcomer, merely a child to an older creature, but close in age to the paint. It offered no insight on her old childhood, but a smile developed mentally at the thought of her days as a foal. Orbs glinted as she found some source of courage. “I’m Florabella…of the Asylum.” There was a pause, and a small dose of sounds came from her lips. Nothing else could be released as she breathed outward through her nostrils. Words:266 Tag(s): (Forgot how to so...) Comments: Sorry for the late reply! ;; |
