The uncommon tongue

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Gaucho The Wildfire Posts: 1,004

Deceased atk: 8.5 | def: 11.5 | dam: 8

Stallion :: Pegasus :: 17.2 :: 12 HP: 85 | Buff: PINNACLE

Mara :: Black Mamba Snake :: Paralyze & Vorsa :: Plain Zephyr :: Phoenix Odd

07-14-2016, 06:22 PM

To say that Gaucho was surprised would have been an understatement, but years of battle training and now years of diplomacy had taught him to easily mask his emotions - which, given what a shallow list that was, was not overly difficult. Still, Gaucho’s blue-gray eyes followed the dipped motion of his child’s head - and the way her companions mirrored the movement - with unease.

The dun grunted, extending a wing towards Tae’s shoulder in an attempt to break whatever formality it was she was trying to display. She was his daughter, not a cousin or common member of the Dragon’s Throat. Formality was unnecessary with him.
”Hash yer asti k’athijilari?” His voice was questioning, though rolled off of his tongue far easier in his dialect. He studied the mandible-marked filly silently for a moment, as if trying to mentally impress upon her the lunacy of her request. But she seemed resolute, and the Sultan would never deny any member of the herd from speaking to him as such.

After a moment, Gaucho’s antlered skull nodded, accepting her request. ”Sek. Fini hazi?” In his mind, Mara squirmed uncomfortably. Perhaps it was because she was a female and shared that woman’s intuition, or perhaps it was simply because she was more observant than Gaucho, but the serpent thought that she knew what it was the girl had to say. Sssssssshe wonderssssss of Ampereeeee. Gaucho’s ears flickered in response to this, but he said nothing. He would let his child speak for herself, never mind the assumptions of the gunsteel snake in his antlers.

Unhappy about all of this silent tension, Vorsa fluttered forward, sitting on the sands next to Tae. Her body burned all but Gaucho, and so she was unable to sit upon the girl’s withers as she would have liked, but here by her hooves, at least she could provide her own silent support. The pheonix turned her bright golden stare towards the hellhound and wolf. She was a passive creature, but she didn’t much feel like becoming anyones snack. Her body gave off a burst of flame as a warning, before she turned her face upwards to where the two equines were speaking.