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The twinlike mares were oddly in sync, the smallest movements either mirroring or existing as an extension of the other's. One would inhale deeply, the other exhale the sigh, as if they were not altogether separate, but existing as individuals and a single being all at once. He noted the way that Cloak shook her head, the tiny gesture stirring no particular reaction within the lanky stallion; Rift had grown quickly used to rejection amongst those that traversed the Threshold, and as friendly as he may be, there were always others that were just as welcoming.
It was a part of life, he supposed, no sense in getting worked up over a simple refusal.
Turning his attention to that of the towering moon-stallion, Rift listened contentedly to the words that fell so smoothly from his lips. The blue tinged stallion had a comforting presence and a charming demeanor, his jovial disposition putting even Rift's unfounded anxieties to bed. There was an odd urge stirring within the scarlet Pegasus to step closer to Alune, to bask more readily within the shamanistic man's paternal graces. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Rift refocused and caught the tail end of Alune's responses. A grateful smile blossomed over the sunkissed gent's lips and he nodded happily; he trusted the silvery priest to send his message.
Only after a moment of silence, Dagger's voice reached across the space and danced about his ears, confirming what he already knew to be true. A gracious bow was given in the direction of the soul-twins and a statement of his own dismissal was formulating in his mind when the leggy alicorn lass spoke up, her words laced with something akin to aggression.
Invisible brows raising, Rift pursed his lips and took a few steps backward, murmuring his goodbyes and bumping Alune gently on his flank. With a nod to each of the mares in turn and a ruffle of feathers, Rift had turned and retreated into the cover of the trees; he did not want to be around if the confrontation turned into anything more than an outburst. Casting an apologetic glance back toward the moon priest, Rift almost felt bad for the stallion and his long journey ahead.
This is something
All or nothing
All or nothing
RIFT
The twinlike mares were oddly in sync, the smallest movements either mirroring or existing as an extension of the other's. One would inhale deeply, the other exhale the sigh, as if they were not altogether separate, but existing as individuals and a single being all at once. He noted the way that Cloak shook her head, the tiny gesture stirring no particular reaction within the lanky stallion; Rift had grown quickly used to rejection amongst those that traversed the Threshold, and as friendly as he may be, there were always others that were just as welcoming.
It was a part of life, he supposed, no sense in getting worked up over a simple refusal.
Turning his attention to that of the towering moon-stallion, Rift listened contentedly to the words that fell so smoothly from his lips. The blue tinged stallion had a comforting presence and a charming demeanor, his jovial disposition putting even Rift's unfounded anxieties to bed. There was an odd urge stirring within the scarlet Pegasus to step closer to Alune, to bask more readily within the shamanistic man's paternal graces. Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Rift refocused and caught the tail end of Alune's responses. A grateful smile blossomed over the sunkissed gent's lips and he nodded happily; he trusted the silvery priest to send his message.
Only after a moment of silence, Dagger's voice reached across the space and danced about his ears, confirming what he already knew to be true. A gracious bow was given in the direction of the soul-twins and a statement of his own dismissal was formulating in his mind when the leggy alicorn lass spoke up, her words laced with something akin to aggression.
Invisible brows raising, Rift pursed his lips and took a few steps backward, murmuring his goodbyes and bumping Alune gently on his flank. With a nod to each of the mares in turn and a ruffle of feathers, Rift had turned and retreated into the cover of the trees; he did not want to be around if the confrontation turned into anything more than an outburst. Casting an apologetic glance back toward the moon priest, Rift almost felt bad for the stallion and his long journey ahead.
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