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NASREEN
When Ilios saw her, the girl could not help but be both delighted and surprised by the warmth in his greeting. Fully-fledged wings opened wide to pull her close, and his dark muzzle easily met her own. Ecstatic at the enthusiastic reception, Nasreen could not help but dance in place—clumsily, of course, as was her way—but that didn’t stop her from expressing the happiness she felt at this unexpected reunion and the accompanying relief that he didn’t seem to blame her for her desertion of their shared herd. Of course, she wondered how he had come to be here, so far away from the place they had once called home, but for the moment, she didn’t press the matter. He had already beaten her to the punch anyway, inquiring after her circumstances. In response, Nasreen merely nodded in the affirmative before launching into a burst of joyous laughter. How good it was to see him!
The spotted filly did not speak, but when the dark mare introduced herself, Nasreen dipped her head politely in acknowledgement. Sparkling grey eyes took in the leggy frame touched with gold as Nasreen tried to commit the name to memory. “Ranjiri,” she repeated thoughtfully, testing the name on her tongue. “What a pretty name! Are you new to the Throat too, or have you lived here for a while?” She felt a little foolish asking the question, but her new acquaintance seemed friendly enough. Nasreen hoped that if the latter was true, Ranjiri would humor her—she had so many questions about this place, and without Bucephalus to answer them, she had been at a loss.
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