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01-14-2013, 10:48 PM
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No words meet golden ears the entirety of the trip. Even as hooves slow to stop, questions and concerns do not arise from the bay stallion standing somewhat behind him. Even Kaj, normally one to rarely speak in the presence of strangers, had inquired about the herd from Tor when she had led him to its misty depths. Nevertheless the stud doesn’t dredge up the energy to judge him. Judging others isn’t something he approves of, after all. Cerulean eyes flickered through the smog, trying to detect any movement from the call he’d put out. Wind tugs playfully at his double toned locks, ruffling his feathers and beckoning him to the skies. It would so painfully easy. The wind off the sea was perfect for the Pegasus line, allowing them the lift they needed even from a dead straight take off. As a colt, Kaj had despised that particular training move. Now, with the wind playing beneath his massive wings, the brute felt as if he could do it within seconds despite his large frame. Energy hummed in his body, traveling like a song through his veins. Pounding his heart faster, pricking aureate listeners further until they seemed to vibrate with tension. Nostrils flared slightly, revealing the inner hidden pink. There was no real way to categorize the scent of the World’s Edge. Dark, moist. Old trees with a lacing of salt and the ever present fog that made him think of rain when inhaled. Home, was all he could truly call it. It was his job to bring home members, but the skies called to him. Beckoned him with her tendrils of air, giggling and dancing away like a shy maiden before returning once more. It was a bond just as deep as the one being forged by him in the very moments he spent in the Edge. A love of the sky, of her infinite beauty. Flying was to be for another day, for the shadows and mist parted to reveal a mistress cloaked in ink and shadows. Upon her spine rested a regal creature, draconic by blood and clearly bonded to the lass that stepped out from their territory. His regal queen approached with a look of indifference, though crown bowed earthward to show that she was not oblivious to the fact they were kin. Her words embraced them with an accent he wasn’t familiar with, though it was hardly strong enough for him to notice it more than as a passing thought. Eyes remain on Panto, though her intonations speak to him as well and he offers her a dip of his head and a respectful smile. Before she has even announced herself, he knows who she is. It is obvious in the way she is poised, the way she speaks. The look that lingers in her eyes, the strength of character he can detect so easily. It is clearly the famed Mirage, leader of the Edge returned at last. When she speaks her name it only confirms the thought that had no traces of doubt. She was born a leader and can’t hide the way she moves and acts. It’s born into you, and Kaj finds he is eager to get to know her later on. A different time and day, he tells himself. At that moment, Panto’s acceptance was all that mattered. Even so he must speak, and forces himself to do so through a deeply cleared throat. ”Kaj, my leader.” Deep rumble echoing from his lips, though it is not as awkward as it would seem for one who hardly speaks. Firm and respectful, eyes meeting hers with a fleeting smile for a moment. Panto reacts well, head lowering to show he is not meaning to challenge the authority she holds even in a relaxed posture. Kaj takes a step back and neck arches high, no longer the one that lead Panto there but the Protector his title claims. It is up to Panto to impress Mirage, though baby blue irises remain soft and encouraging. Nevertheless they are firm, knowing that Mirage had the ability to push him away with one word. There is nothing to say, and so no words fall from his lips. Instead tucking in his wings and patiently waiting, knowing that this exchange is between Mirage and Panto alone unless his mistress asked him a question of some sort. Watching the conversation but not intruding, remembering his own acceptance where Tor had hardly spoken a word before turning and leaving him to his own devices. |
