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Gossamer the Benevolent Posts: 47

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Mare :: Equine :: 16hh :: 13

Illusion{Illu}

04-02-2013, 11:58 PM

Through the trees, towards the border, flits the lithe, silver hide of Gossamer the Benevolent. Twisting and twirling around her in a blur of sapphire blue is Lazulli, her Bonded dragon. This day, the first in many days, she has decided to work out her stiffened muscles. She'd left them idle for far longer than she should have, but none-the-less, she found the work invigorating. The crisp autumn air nipped at her hide as her hooves expertly navigated the ground. The further she galloped, the more the mare found her spirits lifting. Oh, it was a day for joy and play. A small buck emitted from her hind as she continued to dart and weave.

When the pale mare approached the borders of the Edge, however, her nares were greeted with a most peculiar scent. It was the scent of a body she knew not, but was yet similar to that of both Paladin and Soleil. Curious, the mare stopped, breath quickened from the run, and peered about until she spotted a pale hide through some brush. Refreshed from her run, she was elegant, regal, even strong in appearance as she stepped through the trees to meet the young looking stallion and a filly who smelled of her herd. She smiled warmly at both, her grandmotherly side showing for a moment. Though she knew a younger soul would be more protective seeing an outsider in their land, she couldn't help but be cantankerous and see where this led. She looked first to him, with a curious smile upon her lips, "Hello young stud, I am Gossamer the Benevolent, a mare of these lands. What brings you here this day?", her warm voice rolling over the words. She turned to the little one, following her question to the stallion, and looked at her with a mother's stern stare, "And you, curious young filly, smell of these lands." she left the end open, not mentioning how her mother wouldn't be too happy to hear how far she'd ventured. For if she knew anything, she knew little ones, and little ones always knew when they were misbehaving. Though her voice was stern, she kept her face playful, so as to let both the filly and the visitor know she was not the kind to be over-harsh.