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03-11-2017, 09:19 AM
While Yael would not be dismayed to have some parts of history repeat itself, she has taken to staying out of politics to the best of her ability. Here, there are no preconceived notions, no strong opinions of rank jostling, no prejudices against action that does not directly affect herself, or her closest friends - which at this point, is primarily Lyanna. Maybe Gaal. Rexanna, though she hasn’t seen the gold-and-black unicorn in a while, which is disappointing. The rest are kind enough - to a relative stranger, who still has very much to learn.
Incoming from recent excursions, Yael lands with poise and grace, touching down with years of practice to her dainty little hooves, windswept mane looking more like a bird’s nest than any type of hair. She spies Toulouse, and before it occurs to her that he has everything with him, she greets him with a warm nicker. “Toolouse!” Yael calls out, taking spirited steps towards the silk bedecked gelding. The unexpected takes a moment to register in her mind, but when it does, she maintains a light-hearted tone. “Are you going on a treep?”
If so, she assumes others know. But at the least, someone should know the Sleuth had left.
Incoming from recent excursions, Yael lands with poise and grace, touching down with years of practice to her dainty little hooves, windswept mane looking more like a bird’s nest than any type of hair. She spies Toulouse, and before it occurs to her that he has everything with him, she greets him with a warm nicker. “Toolouse!” Yael calls out, taking spirited steps towards the silk bedecked gelding. The unexpected takes a moment to register in her mind, but when it does, she maintains a light-hearted tone. “Are you going on a treep?”
If so, she assumes others know. But at the least, someone should know the Sleuth had left.
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