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03-21-2017, 01:16 PM
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AELFWINE
The Thistle Meadow was the first place that Aelfwine typically went to when she left the Edge. It was a beautiful place, full of various people traveling from one place to another. It was more social during Tallsun, which she enjoyed. The dappled mare had definitely received her enjoyment of social exposure from her blood line. She wasn’t shy in the slightest, and often did her best to strike up any conversation with anyone she came across. The only one who didn’t receive it well was that one stallion in the Flats, but that was neither here nor there. As she wandered the meadow, gathering little things like herbs and grasses to munch on, she heard a faint whistle. Her heavy horned head lifted as she glanced around the area, spotting a small otter waving. There were already a few other equines heading that way, so Aelfwine figured she might be able to find out what was happening and help if the need occurred. She didn’t recognize any of the faces that had shown up, but she dipped her head in greeting to them with a small smile on her lips as she approached. Settling slightly beside the black and white hybrid, though still allowing space, she let her emerald gaze land on the otter. “Yes, what can we do to help?” She questioned, remembering a similar situation many seasons ago in the Frostbreathe Steppe that felt eerily similar. Only, at that time, it was a small moose calf that had lost his mother. Perhaps this was an opposite opportunity, with a reward at the end. Even if it wasn’t, it was in her nature to help. Even if nothing came from it, she’d at least have a feeling of good karma, helping out a creature that sought it. "Talk." prior refusal 1 this storm cannot erode you, for you're more than blood and bone. |
