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03-29-2016, 11:16 PM
XOLANI
Her tail swished against her legs as she came to a halt at a polite distance from the unicorn. A small creature that appeared to be half bird and half dog wriggled at his poll, and the mare found herself leaning her head slightly to one side, as though to get a better look. She had never seen the likes of such a creature, and had had very few encounters with Helovian companions; her curiosity brought a slight hint of yellow to the orange that had previously decorated her pelt. When the bird-dog trilled a greeting, her nose crinkled with a grin.
The stallion, too, offered a word of welcome, and she found herself surprised by his flamboyant nature. In her homeland, most of the equines she encountered had been solemn and polite, valuing manners and tradition above all. They spoke softly and with great thought, putting their words into pre-planned strings and calling it politics. Despite his brilliant colorations, this unicorn was nothing quite like anyone from her home, and she quickly turned her inquisitive gaze to him. Johnny and Jellybean. What odd names! She smiled in return to his greeting, tossing her head again and reaching to offer her muzzle. Should he return the gesture, she would blow gently towards him, offering to exchange her scent with his.
Her ears were pricked eagerly forward as she arched her neck, her body language portraying a cheerful mare who was pleased to meet someone new. No sound escaped her save the soft shuffle of her hooves in the sand, but a painting was appearing on her sides. Silhouettes appeared, depicting a unicorn and an equine, then showing them walking along what appeared to be a short beach together with a little bird-dog in tow. There was something questioning about the lines of her face as she offered what she hoped would be a clear invitation. Orange and blue made the image come alive, depicting anticipation and anxiety in equal measure: she was pleased to have met him, but could not help but fear his reaction to her.
The stallion, too, offered a word of welcome, and she found herself surprised by his flamboyant nature. In her homeland, most of the equines she encountered had been solemn and polite, valuing manners and tradition above all. They spoke softly and with great thought, putting their words into pre-planned strings and calling it politics. Despite his brilliant colorations, this unicorn was nothing quite like anyone from her home, and she quickly turned her inquisitive gaze to him. Johnny and Jellybean. What odd names! She smiled in return to his greeting, tossing her head again and reaching to offer her muzzle. Should he return the gesture, she would blow gently towards him, offering to exchange her scent with his.
Her ears were pricked eagerly forward as she arched her neck, her body language portraying a cheerful mare who was pleased to meet someone new. No sound escaped her save the soft shuffle of her hooves in the sand, but a painting was appearing on her sides. Silhouettes appeared, depicting a unicorn and an equine, then showing them walking along what appeared to be a short beach together with a little bird-dog in tow. There was something questioning about the lines of her face as she offered what she hoped would be a clear invitation. Orange and blue made the image come alive, depicting anticipation and anxiety in equal measure: she was pleased to have met him, but could not help but fear his reaction to her.
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