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I wondered if Gaucho formed his reply based off prier experiences with the Grey, a mercenary group who held no regard for vows or brotherhood. As we'd learned from experience. Their Basin alliance crumbled with a failed attack on Edge territory and the desert, it wasn't a memory easily forgotten. They sold their strength to the highest bidder, nar, it was no surprise that such a group would bend, eventually breaking beneath the weight of their own actions. Yar, every action bore an equal consequence.
Coal colored lips curved into a brighter smile, reassuring and encouraging. Gaucho knew very well that I was cut from a diplomatic cloth. Dark crown dipped, locks of hair spilled across my eyes. I nodded to him with humble respect, "Aye, I hear ye well. My intents mirror the same." Agreements made and two brothers united toward a common cause of furthering the survival of our herds, I'm granted a moment of lax to ask, "Does thee know how my children fair?" They were doing well, last I checked. Tense, strained to see me...their father, but alive and well, "Ranjiri had a son," my grandcolt seemed to be a shy boy, but I felt confident he'd become a strong individual.
Given the chance. There was no better home to mold him, shape a tender soul to be a figure of authority. "Would ye watch over them, as ye are able; be my eyes and voice?" I'd every confidence they'd handle life, but that didn't mean I wouldn't be worried. | |
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