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05-01-2013, 07:12 AM
mauja the frostheart. [ I might have a hard time getting back into this, apologies in advance if this is bad... ] It filled him with a certain sense of pride to see the shy, blind Druid explore his surroundings, lip at the grass and dare stray from Mauja's side... While the Frostheart had no plans to leave anytime soon, the faster the child found confidence and a place here, the easier it would be on both of them. It would not happen overnight, though, or at least so he figured — Druid seemed unsettled by the strangers who had come, raising a hoof in a warning that was not as confident as the one Mauja had received in the Threshold. Once his nose had found the scrawny colt's neck and withers, he kept it there, not only to comfort him but to let him know, without a doubt, where he was. Should he need to hide behind someone, he would not have to look and flail to find him. It was with a gentle gaze that he peered up at the two mares, imploring them to be patient, just in case they didn't realize they had to be all of their own accord. At Druid's snort Mauja's small smile turned into a grin of sorts, but it did not alter the even rhythm of his breath. For a moment longer they remained fairly motionless, but then he saw the boy tentatively reach out, blindly, into the air. Delinne was swiftest of the two mares. Aided by her sight she met the child's nose, speaking softly and gently, and Mauja felt that there was no need for him to speak. Instead, he shifted his hips and rested one hind hoof on its tip, and relaxed. They would sort this out, for they had to — he couldn't force neither of the mares nor Druid to like one another, or arrange some kind of relationship between them. They had to figure those things out alone, but from the way Delinne was watching the colt, she had a fair idea of why Mauja had fetched her. |
