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07-20-2012, 07:25 PM
Always, it was a pleasure to be warmly welcomed by golden dragon and dark mare. Certainly the degree at which those warm welcomes were openly displayed, but that was nothing new to him. They were in public, after all. Other than his little display previously, that honestly had been more for her brothers' benefits, they kept to little gestures.
Another appeared shortly after his arrival, lingering on the outskirts and watching him warily. His ears tilted forward curiously as he returned the little roan mare's regard, then he inclined his head to her in wordless welcome. Otherwise he stayed still. He could scent her small fear, and guessed that he was the cause. Why, he couldn't guess. It didn't appear as though his appearance, however strange it was, unsettled her. Just his presence. It baffled him.
Not that he couldn't guess why the tawny coated mare up and left after his arrival. Her glance at his wings spoke volumes, even without the backward pinned ears and none-too-subtle words. Racist, obviously. Presumably she looked no farther than his wings and assumed him a pegasus, which amused him. Then again, she might be so against strangeness that she would care not about his equine blood and dragon heritage. Regardless, it didn't really bother him. He merely snorted softly, dismissal. But it was touching how Mirage and Akaith both bristled defensively. He bent his head to lip at the mare's mane and nuzzle her shoulder. A rumble vibrated in his chest, a deeper version of the croons that often came from Akaith. It was meant to reassure the both of them, let them both know he wasn't bothered.
It was then that he turned his attention to the little colt, lowering his head and extending his muzzle closer with a quietly friendly air. He hadn't missed the curious fascination, but had to chuckle when the lad's attention quickly was averted to the roan mare, and watched the steady steps made to approach her.
"The Forest's borders are longer than those of the herdlands. Fortunately there is myself and the few other winged ones who can cover more distance quickly." He tipped his muzzle to graze the side of Mirage's neck. "But you know as well as I that there are more who are accepting than those who are not here. That one was only the second to not like the look of me here, and far from the first in my journeys."
Another appeared shortly after his arrival, lingering on the outskirts and watching him warily. His ears tilted forward curiously as he returned the little roan mare's regard, then he inclined his head to her in wordless welcome. Otherwise he stayed still. He could scent her small fear, and guessed that he was the cause. Why, he couldn't guess. It didn't appear as though his appearance, however strange it was, unsettled her. Just his presence. It baffled him.
Not that he couldn't guess why the tawny coated mare up and left after his arrival. Her glance at his wings spoke volumes, even without the backward pinned ears and none-too-subtle words. Racist, obviously. Presumably she looked no farther than his wings and assumed him a pegasus, which amused him. Then again, she might be so against strangeness that she would care not about his equine blood and dragon heritage. Regardless, it didn't really bother him. He merely snorted softly, dismissal. But it was touching how Mirage and Akaith both bristled defensively. He bent his head to lip at the mare's mane and nuzzle her shoulder. A rumble vibrated in his chest, a deeper version of the croons that often came from Akaith. It was meant to reassure the both of them, let them both know he wasn't bothered.
It was then that he turned his attention to the little colt, lowering his head and extending his muzzle closer with a quietly friendly air. He hadn't missed the curious fascination, but had to chuckle when the lad's attention quickly was averted to the roan mare, and watched the steady steps made to approach her.
"The Forest's borders are longer than those of the herdlands. Fortunately there is myself and the few other winged ones who can cover more distance quickly." He tipped his muzzle to graze the side of Mirage's neck. "But you know as well as I that there are more who are accepting than those who are not here. That one was only the second to not like the look of me here, and far from the first in my journeys."
