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02-18-2013, 12:00 AM
Brisa watched as Cythraul rested his cranium against the ground, his long silky mane pooling around him. He seemed exhausted, and she was glad that she had invited him to stay. She remembered the feeling of always moving, constantly fatigued from loss of rest. But now she could relax. Brisa had two obviously strong and capable stallions to help protect her, and she can finally get that rest she so needed. Although, Arrane, the other stallion, the majestically white one, seemed pretty restless, too. As she walked toward him, Brisa nodded her head in acknowledgement. She agreed completely with him. Although travelling alone was a pain, it was nice to get to see all the new sights, to meet the other creatures, creatures and it was nice to get to know oneself a little better. Brisa had just gotten to her bed, the last one claimed, when Arrane questioned her. "Well, you see, the land where my small herd was located started to not supply enough for us all, even though there were few of us. My sire ordered me to leave, wanting me to find a stallion and herd of my own. He didn't want me to go through the troubles of gaining new land. Sadly, it took me a while to figure that out. I had assumed he wished to banish me." Brisa was not ashamed of speaking to an almost complete stranger, but she did find him easy to talk to, which made her very happy. As she pawed at her bed, making it a little more comfortable, she questioned him. "Are you really just exploring, or are you searching for something more, or maybe even less?"
