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02-16-2013, 11:54 AM
Brisa listened to Cythraul speak about Helovia. He made it seem so amazing and interesting, but his warnings of the racist unicorns caught her attention more. It worried her. Were there really other Equines and Pegasi that were just as racist? And what did the Unicorns do that was so bad that makes everyone afraid of them? Brisa was confused and it made her ponder about the two stallions with her in the field. They must not be racist if they were getting along as well as they were, and she wasn't prepared or taught how to deal with the others they talk about. Brisa watched as Cythraul effortlessly clear the stream, making it to the other side to make a resting area. "Why, thank you Cythraul." She said gratefully. Her gaze returned to the white stallion, stallions aids flicking, catching his words. "Thank you, both of you. And although protection wasn't something I'd think I'd need, I can help fend off any intruders." Brisa liked the chilvery, but she didn't like the weak feeling she knew would come if they fought without her. A hearty chuckle came from her and she nodded. "Yes, yes. Exploring and adventuring, all in good fun, can be a delight." She walked forward, stopping only to take a sip of the stream. "Of course." Brisa said, gently stepping through the water. She walked slowly, feeling the familiar touch and caress of the water around her hooves, tugging at her tail. A serene smile flicked across her maw as she joined the others.
