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09-11-2013, 10:03 PM
The trip had been slow, with the mare so exhausted from her trip in. Still, it had been rewarding. She was no healer, no savior of others, but to know she had given the bay mare Mercy a chance when she could have fallen prey to the evil in the darkness was satisfying. As they stepped now, closer and closer to home each time, Kahlua felt a lightness in her heart. She loved this place. As much as it was strange to her, calling these horses family and wanting them to like her for reasons other than her own selfishness, she was become more used to the idea. They had saved her after all, first from the threshold then from the war. They even accepted her, despite her faults... Yes, this was the place she was meant to be.
Smiling to Mercy, reaching out to try and give her a gentle nudge while not disrupting the mare's forward motion, Kahlua began to speak. “The mists mark our borders,” her voice was gentle. As they came upon the mists, Kahlua halted and looked into them for signs of life. “It's best to wait here, until someone comes along,” she nickered into the relative silence. “Don't worry though,” her dancing voice continued, “I know they'll love you.” She swished her tail out of contentment, attempting to brush it up against Mercy's legs in some kind of friendly act. She liked this mare, hoped to become better friends with her even. Hopefully it would not turn out as it had with Antheia... Shaking the thought from her head, she rose herself up taller, spreading her legs wide to keep her balance should Mercy prefer to keep leaning on her for strength. @[Mercy] .KAHLUA
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for any reason to any degree, with the exception of killing her.
Please do not tag Kahlua unless it is in an opening post
