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01-11-2013, 02:04 AM
Another dark figure separated from the shadows beneath the trees, this one who would prove familiar to the speckled dun. The bond of family lent the grulla mare a bold familiarity as she approached the gathering, inclining her head in greeting to Rishima and Ink before stepping over to her great-nephew and extending her muzzle to him in quiet welcome. She had listened to the conversation as she approached, learning of the young stallion's rise to power.
A soft chuckle escaped her as she stepped back to a more proper position. "Just like a descendant of the Unbroken." She observed in amused tones. Had it been so long ago that Ricochet had taken control of the Oasis, only for her to wrest it from his young and incompetent rule a little while later? Or was it merely an effect of so many things happening that life in the Oasis seemed so distant? Briefly she wondered how much young Jackal took after his uncle, if he held quirks of personality like the rash dunskin along with similar life paths to rise to power so young. But she reminded herself that this was Aerwen's son, that young mare who had taken a path so unlike her brother's. Hers and Silverline's, whom Smoke had respected, back when she was Healer and then Leader of the Oasis, and he Healer of the Tides. Ah, how she missed them. But their son was here, and still had his aunt back in the Foothills when he returned there.
"We have not heard much from the Foothills since I left there." She disclosed in answer to his question, then cast a small glance toward Rishima. There was a hint of an apology there, if the white-marked mare chose to take some small issue with the Wild Rose's interjection into the conversation.
A soft chuckle escaped her as she stepped back to a more proper position. "Just like a descendant of the Unbroken." She observed in amused tones. Had it been so long ago that Ricochet had taken control of the Oasis, only for her to wrest it from his young and incompetent rule a little while later? Or was it merely an effect of so many things happening that life in the Oasis seemed so distant? Briefly she wondered how much young Jackal took after his uncle, if he held quirks of personality like the rash dunskin along with similar life paths to rise to power so young. But she reminded herself that this was Aerwen's son, that young mare who had taken a path so unlike her brother's. Hers and Silverline's, whom Smoke had respected, back when she was Healer and then Leader of the Oasis, and he Healer of the Tides. Ah, how she missed them. But their son was here, and still had his aunt back in the Foothills when he returned there.
"We have not heard much from the Foothills since I left there." She disclosed in answer to his question, then cast a small glance toward Rishima. There was a hint of an apology there, if the white-marked mare chose to take some small issue with the Wild Rose's interjection into the conversation.
