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12-07-2013, 02:16 PM
The soft footfalls of the girl fell behind him, confirming his thoughts that she had followed him here. It was nice to lead his first recruit back into the heart of the Foothills, to have Apollo see the filly behind him as a potential sister. "It is always my pleasure", courteously speaking to her, the stallion commenced walking again, but at a slower pace to not leave Micha behind in the dust.
"Well, there are many ranks that you could try for...like warrior or general. But if you want, you can be a normal mare or stallion. Just someone who lives in the herd and lives a joyous life with their brethren", trying to put it in simple words, Arrane didn't want to make having any rank seem bland. It was the opposite. As long as horses served their loyalty for the Foothills, they were just as important as those with ranks.
"With the permission of our leader, Apollo, you may be whatever rank you wish", nudging her slightly when she turned her head away, a friendly laugh sounded in the air. "There's no need to be embarrassed!" Telling by the way an awkward smile twisted itself upon Micha's maw, intuitively, he knew she felt stupid for asking questions that were only normal.
A melodious voice called out Arrane's name, making the white stallion's ears prick up but he recognized the voice instantaneously. Apollo, the black and white overo regarded the both of them with warm eyes as he trotted to greet them. The Foothills leader had always gained the respect and joy when he appeared to Arrane, and now the stallion replied with a happy nicker, beckoning Micha forwards to meet Apollo.
"Glad to see you as well, brother. I believe this life suits me all too well", with a cheerful laugh, keeping quiet as the leader spoke to Micha. He awaited quietly with anticipation at what she would do or say back to the two of them.
"Well, there are many ranks that you could try for...like warrior or general. But if you want, you can be a normal mare or stallion. Just someone who lives in the herd and lives a joyous life with their brethren", trying to put it in simple words, Arrane didn't want to make having any rank seem bland. It was the opposite. As long as horses served their loyalty for the Foothills, they were just as important as those with ranks.
"With the permission of our leader, Apollo, you may be whatever rank you wish", nudging her slightly when she turned her head away, a friendly laugh sounded in the air. "There's no need to be embarrassed!" Telling by the way an awkward smile twisted itself upon Micha's maw, intuitively, he knew she felt stupid for asking questions that were only normal.
A melodious voice called out Arrane's name, making the white stallion's ears prick up but he recognized the voice instantaneously. Apollo, the black and white overo regarded the both of them with warm eyes as he trotted to greet them. The Foothills leader had always gained the respect and joy when he appeared to Arrane, and now the stallion replied with a happy nicker, beckoning Micha forwards to meet Apollo.
"Glad to see you as well, brother. I believe this life suits me all too well", with a cheerful laugh, keeping quiet as the leader spoke to Micha. He awaited quietly with anticipation at what she would do or say back to the two of them.
