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06-17-2012, 02:26 AM
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He accepts the explanation without comment - only the shift of his eyes and the slow twist of that backwards ear remarking on the surprise at her mention of horns and wings. Part of Asur dismisses the talk as absurd, a tale for outsiders. Another part of him simply tucks it away for further examination. Their meeting is not without purpose, and he prefers not to forget that purpose even in light of the unexpected. Smoke’s news of a healer comes welcome, and he nods again. ”I would be grateful,” he says in response to her offer. The land sounds just, more fair than Asur could hope for. He can do no more than judge it for himself when they arrive, and though the stallion draws tense as the mare steps near he does not step away. Cautious eye moving from Smoke to Zaffre, he answers with another nod as she offers to lead. No doubt there will be questions later but she has the good sense and the grace to hold them back for now, and he can only thank her with compliance and trust, however difficult trust comes. ”Let’s go then,” he breathes at last, head thrust forward in brief acquiescence. ”And thank you.” The last words are sincere, spoken solemnly enough to imply that he will never forget, not even when he stands well and stands with his trials far behind. |
