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06-16-2012, 11:12 PM
It was interesting for the pair to observe the wary way in which he watched the blue dragon, combined with the fresh wounds which marred his features. It made them wonder to themselves and each other what had happened to this battered soul who smelled of no land they were familiar with. But it was not the sort of thing to inquire on a first meeting, regardless of the memories it inspired of other stallions they had known.
Calm, patient, the dark mare waited for the stranger to make his own assessments. Waited for him to decide the flavor of this encounter while her dark eyes watched him steadily, taking in every little movement and filing it away with perceived notations attached. If it bothered her now to include decisions based on potential threat level and how best to counter-act an attack, she didn't show it. The times to be gentle, to be soft, were not here and now. Not before this stranger who twitched at shadows and watched with cautionary mistrust.
His voice was deep, rumbling like the small landslides that plagued the mountainsides in spring, as he rolled the name of these lands over his tongue and watched her. White edged ears twitched as she absorbed the sound, though she remained silent and still. Waiting still. At last he rummaged up an inquiry, asking after her name and providing his own.
"My name is Smoke, known as the Wild Rose and Military Chieftess of the Windtossed Foothills. My companion here is Zaffre." She spoke quietly as she let drop those bits of information. Now he would know she was a leader and a warrior of a herdland here, and it would be up to him to decide to ask further of it, or for more information about other herds.
Calm, patient, the dark mare waited for the stranger to make his own assessments. Waited for him to decide the flavor of this encounter while her dark eyes watched him steadily, taking in every little movement and filing it away with perceived notations attached. If it bothered her now to include decisions based on potential threat level and how best to counter-act an attack, she didn't show it. The times to be gentle, to be soft, were not here and now. Not before this stranger who twitched at shadows and watched with cautionary mistrust.
His voice was deep, rumbling like the small landslides that plagued the mountainsides in spring, as he rolled the name of these lands over his tongue and watched her. White edged ears twitched as she absorbed the sound, though she remained silent and still. Waiting still. At last he rummaged up an inquiry, asking after her name and providing his own.
"My name is Smoke, known as the Wild Rose and Military Chieftess of the Windtossed Foothills. My companion here is Zaffre." She spoke quietly as she let drop those bits of information. Now he would know she was a leader and a warrior of a herdland here, and it would be up to him to decide to ask further of it, or for more information about other herds.
