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08-05-2012, 01:01 AM
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Gossamer wanders though her lands. Since her recent meetings with other lead and her horrible behavior towards Indy lately and just many things her life had been somewhat complex.
She had a small frown upon her brow as she looked around her land. Was she really meant for this, was she really a mare made of the fabrics meant for a leader. She simply didn't know anymore. How could she do so well and then fail so epically everywhere else. Her shiny hide was not taught or happy, her head hung somewhat low, and she certainly did not look a strong Chieftess. Then she heard the words, the threads of thought coming from a ways away which were not familiar ones to her.
She flicked her fly-away tail. Why should she go attempt at greet another when they were just likely to take her words the wrong way, or perhaps she'd accidentally snap at them. Though, there was no one else around at the moment so perhaps she would just have to go anyways. It was with great reluctance that she picked herself up and put a smile on her visage. With a trot and a quick hop over a rock she arrived regally before the approaching mare...and stopped. This mare seemed to reflect her current emotions and her happy expression shows a mother's concerns and she walks up to the mare kindly. "Hello, I am Gossamer the Benevolent of these lands, what brings you here today my dear mare?" She stares at the mare with a kindly expression. Her lands were, after all, a haven for those in trouble.
Gossamer wanders though her lands. Since her recent meetings with other lead and her horrible behavior towards Indy lately and just many things her life had been somewhat complex.
She had a small frown upon her brow as she looked around her land. Was she really meant for this, was she really a mare made of the fabrics meant for a leader. She simply didn't know anymore. How could she do so well and then fail so epically everywhere else. Her shiny hide was not taught or happy, her head hung somewhat low, and she certainly did not look a strong Chieftess. Then she heard the words, the threads of thought coming from a ways away which were not familiar ones to her.
She flicked her fly-away tail. Why should she go attempt at greet another when they were just likely to take her words the wrong way, or perhaps she'd accidentally snap at them. Though, there was no one else around at the moment so perhaps she would just have to go anyways. It was with great reluctance that she picked herself up and put a smile on her visage. With a trot and a quick hop over a rock she arrived regally before the approaching mare...and stopped. This mare seemed to reflect her current emotions and her happy expression shows a mother's concerns and she walks up to the mare kindly. "Hello, I am Gossamer the Benevolent of these lands, what brings you here today my dear mare?" She stares at the mare with a kindly expression. Her lands were, after all, a haven for those in trouble.
