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The gentle smile remained as she struggled to find words. He did notice that she seemed somewhat awkward, but being a stallion of few words himself - unless he knew someone well or was coaxed into talking by which time he was prone to preaching and long tirades - the grullo really didn't mind her brief greeting or stumbling speech.
"A pleasure to meet you Mizarie" he lulled in soft tones, the voice dark and rich yet not in any way loud; like his honey-colored eyes it seemed to flow effortlessly in a pleasant, soothing hum. "My name is Lace. Welcome to Helovia! You seem to have been on the road for a while." The tall stallion had stopped by now, maintaining a polite distance that would remain should she not choose to close it.
His statement was of course a pure guess on his part; her rich earthy coloring didn't appear dulled by dust or dirt and she seemed as healthy as the next horse, and yet the way she looked around suggested to him that she might not be overly familiar with the terrain. This being the Threshold and all, Lace could only assume that she was a newcomer, like so many others that happened upon this place - drawn perhaps by some fickle god, or otherwise driven by need or whim to explore the deep forest and what lay beyond.
"Is there anything you need? Food, water, lodging... I know of a few herds that reside not far from here, I'm sure they wouldn't mind offering shelter for a time if you need rest." She seemed quite capable of looking after herself, all things considered, yet the seasoned strider felt compelled to ask. So many horses came tumbling in with no clue as to where they were or what to do next - he'd hate for such a sweet-looking girl to get in trouble on his account.
♦ Permission granted to use magic and violence on Lace and Fajira
♦ Only tag in new threads, spars and if it's urgent
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