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11-07-2012, 07:04 PM
The light was fading as the golden mare arrived in the World's Edge under supervision of Torasin. The winter blew bitterly and her mane fluttered. It made her cold here. Here, it was dull. The trees were crooked and dead, she thought. She suspected this place was better. She'd heard of the forests here being burnt by the Sun God. Looking down, she realised what the dark red spots were, that she'd seen for the last half-an-hour. Blood. But there would be company here. She hoped. The battle was over now, though it may return some day. She'd help with it. Defending, she meant. She followed Torasin through the forest. Why had her mother given her the name Tallow? At least it had a nice ring to it. They came to the edge and halted, looking towards a cliff. A brown dragon landed on Torasin's back. She loved dragons. He chirped at her. Then Torasin spoke and her head whipped around to look at him in the eye. "Thank you, Torasin." The dragon was finishing off a meal he'd had. Tallow chuckled. "Hello Kiba. I'm Tallow, as Torasin said earlier." Her voice was bell-like. At least Tallow didn't have to lie about her liking dragons. He continued to chirp and she nodded with each one.
