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| Mare :: Equine :: 14.2 :: 9 HP: 66 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Kasai :: White Tiger :: Wind Whip
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She didn’t mind in the slightest when Abdullah claimed that her tale was a long one. Everyone was entitled to speak their past, and the Haflinger believed that her new friend was no exception, and so polite as ever, she listened as the Arabian began her story.
Romani knew that if she had asked Abdullah about her past when they had first met in the Threshold, she probably wouldn’t have gotten an answer. Although this dappled mare seemed somewhat secretive, the Haflinger was sure that she had good reasons, and after hearing her tale, it seemed she was right. While an adventurer in her own right, Romani had seen and experienced many different kinds of customs in the lands she had stumbled upon. There had been herds where stallions reigned supreme and mares were treated as shiny, pretty trinkets, and those where mares had been the ones in charge, regarding stallions like slaves.
No matter what she had experienced in her travels, however, Romani couldn’t fathom this ‘knight’ that Abdullah spoke of. A horse with wings was no surprise to her, but one graced with red eyes and fangs of a snake… It sounded so surreal. The thought alone made her shudder. And the story of Ilair, a handsome young colt who Abdullah had met made her heart throb in emotion. It served as a bitter reminder that not everyone was as lucky as they were, to be graced with freedom…
When Abdullah finished speaking, the palomino couldn’t help but smile at her final words. “You’re very welcome, Dullah,” The red mare murmured, finally slowing her trot down to a complete standstill, turning her compact body slightly to face her new friend, “I’m sorry for the horrors you’ve experienced… But I hope that now, in Helovia, a new chapter can open for you.”
Turning her head, she looked out across the sights of the foothills. She breathed in deeply, taking in the scents of their new homeland. Somewhere a bird chirped, the song a sound of eagerness for the spring that was steadily approaching. Wanting to cheer her friend up from the painful memories of her past, Romani turned on her haunches, a bright smile on her lips and azure eyes filled with excitement. Bracing her body weight upon her back legs, the palomino gave a low rear, front hooves coming only about a feet off of the ground before colliding with the melting snow. A nicker left her throat and she spoke.
“Would you care to run with me, Dullah? Feel the freedom of the Foothills?”
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