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08-18-2012, 08:38 AM
It was a curious pair he met, he soon realized, and a sad pair at that. One mare was blubbering in tears, though it didn't stop her from having good manners and introducing herself, which brought a slight smile to the gelding's face. He didn't know what had happened, but he always appreciated manners and kindness.
With a creak from the tree and a few flaps of his wings Jaydan landed on the ground beside them. "Hurt?" he queried, his voice high with the question, his nose tilting in concern as he glanced between them. Sunchaser, as she was called, spoke of the Foothills, to which Jaydan nodded. "Foothills flock good, healer help." Forgetting his own manners he realized, he bobbed his head at them, lips easily forming his name while so many other words proved difficult to translate from his native tongue. "Am Jaydan, Warrior of Dragon's Throat flock. I fly to Foothills, keep Sunchaser and Chance safe?" He finished his words with an offer to protect them on the trip from the Threshold to the Foothills. It would be no trouble for him on such a carefree day, and he'd never seen the Foothills before.  |
