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10-27-2015, 09:53 PM
Tembovu
He approaches the Threshold once again, heavy hooves winding him though the green (but drying) trees of Tallsun. He loved the warmth of the long days. It left his muscles and joints well oiled— there were no mornings of creaking hocks and popping stifles. He sighs contentedly in his sweeping walk, enjoying the pleasant heat. Normally he traversed the Threshold with such purpose, but now he was relaxed and mindless.
So it was rather abruptly that he stumbled upon the two mares and a foal, just catching the end of Ki’irha’s words. He knew the star-painted mare only from running into her in the Threshold, they hadn’t ever been properly introduced. The thought is amusing to him— perhaps they should have a proper meeting and conversation at some point, since he saw her so often here.
The amusement faded as her words percolated through his relaxed brain. Deep blue eyes sweep to the foal— widening at the bizarre markings on her face. Yes, his own face was masked— but this foal had a swirl of chaos across her head. And hard nubs erupting from her shoulders. Ears perk and his great head cocks to the side slightly, listening to the fact that the foal was on her own. Or at least separated from her parents. Though she looked old enough to be weaned, the filly certainly did not have the air of living on her own.
“Resplendence, Ki’irha,” he dips his head in greeting to each mare in turn, a slight smile on his broad lips. “And little one, who might you be?” He drops his head from its great height, lowering it to the filly’s level, “I am Tembovu,” there is warmth and amusement glittering from behind his deep blue eyes.
So it was rather abruptly that he stumbled upon the two mares and a foal, just catching the end of Ki’irha’s words. He knew the star-painted mare only from running into her in the Threshold, they hadn’t ever been properly introduced. The thought is amusing to him— perhaps they should have a proper meeting and conversation at some point, since he saw her so often here.
The amusement faded as her words percolated through his relaxed brain. Deep blue eyes sweep to the foal— widening at the bizarre markings on her face. Yes, his own face was masked— but this foal had a swirl of chaos across her head. And hard nubs erupting from her shoulders. Ears perk and his great head cocks to the side slightly, listening to the fact that the foal was on her own. Or at least separated from her parents. Though she looked old enough to be weaned, the filly certainly did not have the air of living on her own.
“Resplendence, Ki’irha,” he dips his head in greeting to each mare in turn, a slight smile on his broad lips. “And little one, who might you be?” He drops his head from its great height, lowering it to the filly’s level, “I am Tembovu,” there is warmth and amusement glittering from behind his deep blue eyes.
@Hyzenthlay
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