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01-27-2015, 06:12 PM
As the other mare hesitated, the sour tinge of mistrust coloured her scarred features, yet pale, creamy eyes were not moved from their tender caress. Empathy swelled like a molten river through her coursing bloodstream and lean, white forelegs drew a little nearer. "You are not an outsider..." Africa almost giggled, touched by Menagerie’s painful insecurity. Velveteen grey nose slipped forward to bump against bay flesh playfully. "These parts are free for you to roam and explore. If you like I can show you around in the morning?" Tone was light and without prejudice; she too was an oddball in this world, but her skin had thickened well over the years. Now the Starry-Eyed appeared hardly to notice her disability. One hind hoof tipped casually as her weight rocked to the side, and thoughtfully she considered her company’s quite evident discomfort. "There are two caves side by side. Why don’t you take the other, Minnie?" A smirk pulled the corners of her mouth upwards, and again her face turned towards the slope that curved down towards the territory’s cells. She knew that if ever a prisoner was taken, both would need to be abandoned, but for the meantime Africa was more than comfortable nesting beneath the mountain. The slight snap of kindling overhead drew the interest of swivelling ears, and briefly distracted, the dappled mare’s gaze lifted to find Silas. The star-spangled zephyr had given up his endeavour to wring the living twig from its host. Neve was probing about for another of her own, and lilac eyes watched intently as she selected a dead swinger and ripped it clean off the branch – a brooding purr resonated through his chest. Pale beak hurled it clear into the air beyond the tree’s peak and Silas skipped higher too, to watch the frost-feathered girl snatch it again mid-fall. Raven feathers parted to lift his starkly different suit into the breeze after her, listening as she hummed in their shared native tongue. He croaked, feigning interest, that which the language of his body betrayed easily. Impatiently, the Roc snapped his hooked beak and pumped scaled black toes in waiting. Africa |
