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11-20-2012, 12:46 PM
A strong gust of wind lifted dust and rocks and blew them against the face of the mare that called upon the Moon Goddess. When the wind finally died down the purple and silver goddess stood before the blue roan, looking as regal and beautiful as she always did. Her gaze was critical as she eyed the other mare, taking note of every imperfection and storing it away for use later should she need it.
"And what is it you wish to converse about?" She asked cooly. There was little that impressed the Moon Goddess, and they way some mortals called upon her made her wish she could ignore them for all eternity. Lakota had not been disrespectful, but her tone of voice was not one that made the Moon Goddess enthusiastic.
