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09-16-2015, 12:32 AM
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Ranjiri answered with few words but seemed pleased so Megaera smiled at her again. She had only known the girl by sight from her patrols and what Cera had told her. From what her friend had said, the golden girl had suffered in recent months, having witnessed the death of Midas the Gallant. While Meg could not sympathize with mourning a paternal figure, she did not like to think that one of her family was in pain. Without any fanfare, Meg sidestepped, bringing her body parallel to the golden girl and reach out with her brown-feathered wing. She made to press in gently against the black and gold feathers for a moment, a gesture of friendship, of solidarity, before turning her attention to the stallion.
It was a little strange that he spoke so smoothly, so eloquently, for one who held such an imposing physical presence. She was used to the clipped words and the gruff manner of Gaucho and Einarr, and even the more soft-spoken stallions of the Throat had never spoke to her with such formality. Her brow raised slightly as he pontificated, was this the kind of treatment she would have to get used to as Sultana? If it was the job promised to grow quite tedious. “I am happy we could be of help to you sister, I hope she has quite recovered.” She vaguely remember seeing the injured filly and her two hulking guards, but it seems a while ago. His praise of her home did the stallion credit and her cocky grin returned. Damn right, best place on earth!
She looked him up and down, considering his request. He certainly had a the look of a warrior, tall and dark and something slightly threatening even behind his manners. As much as that should make the Sultana hesitate, Meg found it intriguing. Isn’t that what we need in our warriors though? Strength? Power? The black form of another stallion came to mind and for the briefest moment Megaera’s attention wandered. It was the sharp cry of Gwaihir that caught her focus again as the eagle defended to perch himself open her back. ’Six eye.’ he intoned through their link as he fixed his harsh golden gaze on the stallion, and Megs eyes flicked up to the pair of white eagles. The bird might have been young, but he looked at the world with the attitude of a cranky old man that always amused his bonded. “We would welcome you to our ranks, but know that he expect much from our warriors in Dragon’s Throat. Joining the herd is one thing but joining our fighters is a commitment I don’t recommend you take lightly, if only because our Gladiator is a handful.” She ended in a joke, but there was a flash or warning in her glance. This is MY home…behave yourself.
She turned her head to Ranjiri again, her jovial manner returning. “That would be perfect, thank you. Might as well make a few while you're at it, i know there are others who still need them.” The earthy eagle took to the air again and Meg watched him rise. ’See you on the other side’ she called silently after her dear friend and started off in a jaunty stride closer to where the waves lapped at the shore. She didn’t need to reach for the golden key tucked in her left wing for the flicker of flaming light to rise above her back. “Come, I can escort you across.” she called to Reginald.
It was a little strange that he spoke so smoothly, so eloquently, for one who held such an imposing physical presence. She was used to the clipped words and the gruff manner of Gaucho and Einarr, and even the more soft-spoken stallions of the Throat had never spoke to her with such formality. Her brow raised slightly as he pontificated, was this the kind of treatment she would have to get used to as Sultana? If it was the job promised to grow quite tedious. “I am happy we could be of help to you sister, I hope she has quite recovered.” She vaguely remember seeing the injured filly and her two hulking guards, but it seems a while ago. His praise of her home did the stallion credit and her cocky grin returned. Damn right, best place on earth!
She looked him up and down, considering his request. He certainly had a the look of a warrior, tall and dark and something slightly threatening even behind his manners. As much as that should make the Sultana hesitate, Meg found it intriguing. Isn’t that what we need in our warriors though? Strength? Power? The black form of another stallion came to mind and for the briefest moment Megaera’s attention wandered. It was the sharp cry of Gwaihir that caught her focus again as the eagle defended to perch himself open her back. ’Six eye.’ he intoned through their link as he fixed his harsh golden gaze on the stallion, and Megs eyes flicked up to the pair of white eagles. The bird might have been young, but he looked at the world with the attitude of a cranky old man that always amused his bonded. “We would welcome you to our ranks, but know that he expect much from our warriors in Dragon’s Throat. Joining the herd is one thing but joining our fighters is a commitment I don’t recommend you take lightly, if only because our Gladiator is a handful.” She ended in a joke, but there was a flash or warning in her glance. This is MY home…behave yourself.
She turned her head to Ranjiri again, her jovial manner returning. “That would be perfect, thank you. Might as well make a few while you're at it, i know there are others who still need them.” The earthy eagle took to the air again and Meg watched him rise. ’See you on the other side’ she called silently after her dear friend and started off in a jaunty stride closer to where the waves lapped at the shore. She didn’t need to reach for the golden key tucked in her left wing for the flicker of flaming light to rise above her back. “Come, I can escort you across.” she called to Reginald.
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FAC FORTIA ET PATERE
be brave and endure
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