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07-16-2012, 07:53 AM
The happiness and sheer innocence of the filly warmed Mirage, she couldn’t help but be infected by the same contagious emotions. She had wondered at Akaith’s pull on the filly that day she fell at the Heart, that day which had crossed her mind more than once in the passing days, weeks, months. But the golden dragon seemed to detect the hidden strength in Aylin’s character, the same strength that the entire Qian embodied; Mirage was glad to be able to call the little flicka a friend and comrade, even if many years separated them. Ears tilted forwards to ensure the words she spoke were captured properly, and the inky mare nodded her tiara in understanding. “A wise choice by your parents; the Foothills are a strong herd.” A smile crimped her lips. “Be sure to give my brothers as much affection as you can spare.” To have the filly constantly chasing the large stallions around brought a comical image to the mare’s mind, though she knew that her brothers would adore having Aylin’s company as much as she did; they had easily welcomed her as a little sister, and it was without question that they would place their lives on the line for her should danger ever arise. “A swim?” The mare questioned, tilting her vision to the sky as if asking the crescent shaped celestial form of the Moon herself. Her smile changed into a playful smirk, and gently she bumped her nose upon the filly’s growing nape and trotted a circle about her, nape arched and tail raised, paying homage to the Arabian-esque lineage her bloodlines boasted. “Perhaps after a game of tag?” There was a challenge to her voice, a taunt, teasing note that bore the mark of friendship; but even deeper than that; kinship. |
