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Larue...
The Songbird had been a present figure within her home, the Basin. But not ominously present like the Reaper, nor forcefully present like the Valkyrie. Both of those legends had something about them that kept the filly’s tricks far from them. However, the Songbird’s was a quiet, soft, pleasant hum within the Basin. And now, with the lemon drop’s new exposure to the cold reality of death, it seemed that the filly was drawn in by the soft, pleasant hum.
So, with (slightly) stealthy steps on the sand, the tartlet darted among the dunes to find not only the Songbird, but also an assorted other gather of equines. Her eyes were first drawn the the flittering fruit bat that scurried through the skies, then to the antlered man he came to and fro.
Bright, candied teal eyes darted to the beautifully graceful black and white @Alysanne , to the pale white lovely @Arah , and the other black and white @Isi . Though the do not linger long on the mares, for her attention was drawn back to @Lena —or the creature that stood near her. It was a strange beast, haggard and gaunt. But not in the way that Albrecht, the old grump, was. No, @Öde 's harsh angles were sharper, more threatening, than that ol’ bag o’ bones. These was something… deadly about the tall, dark stallion.
So it is with a wide berth that the small filly trundles forward, “Heya,” was her muffled greeting around the old, dried, white clamshell (—that counted, right? Really, Kis should be more specific—), before she dropped it promptly on @Tilney ’s green cape.
So, with (slightly) stealthy steps on the sand, the tartlet darted among the dunes to find not only the Songbird, but also an assorted other gather of equines. Her eyes were first drawn the the flittering fruit bat that scurried through the skies, then to the antlered man he came to and fro.
Bright, candied teal eyes darted to the beautifully graceful black and white @Alysanne , to the pale white lovely @Arah , and the other black and white @Isi . Though the do not linger long on the mares, for her attention was drawn back to @Lena —or the creature that stood near her. It was a strange beast, haggard and gaunt. But not in the way that Albrecht, the old grump, was. No, @Öde 's harsh angles were sharper, more threatening, than that ol’ bag o’ bones. These was something… deadly about the tall, dark stallion.
So it is with a wide berth that the small filly trundles forward, “Heya,” was her muffled greeting around the old, dried, white clamshell (—that counted, right? Really, Kis should be more specific—), before she dropped it promptly on @Tilney ’s green cape.
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