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09-06-2012, 12:51 AM
Quietly Kimber stood beside Ricochet as he spoke with Solstice, ears tilted forward attentively as she listened. Her body was still as she absorbed the information they dropped as heedlessly as rain from a stormcloud. That is, until the conversation turned toward her mother, and the unborn child. Then she stirred, snorting softly to draw attention. "Mother said she would teach her child our history, the hazards of pride and hatred." There was a slightly quizzical tone to her voice, for Kimber knew little of Isilme's past. The generalities, yes. But she did not understand what Smoke had meant by pride and hatred.
Her blue eyes gazed up at them, wondering if they would understand it better than she. Restively her tail swished at word of the shades, remembering those creatures who'd chased them and tried to kill them. From under her mane slunk the watery ferrets that so often kept her company, curling up on her back so that it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended, save for the two heads that rose from the knot to watch the elder horses as well.
Her blue eyes gazed up at them, wondering if they would understand it better than she. Restively her tail swished at word of the shades, remembering those creatures who'd chased them and tried to kill them. From under her mane slunk the watery ferrets that so often kept her company, curling up on her back so that it was hard to tell where one began and the other ended, save for the two heads that rose from the knot to watch the elder horses as well.
