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08-03-2012, 12:55 PM
Some small part of the filly was aware of the tension that faded when her appearance revealed nothing more than an adolescent. But it meant little to her, so she ignored it in favor of openly studying the giant steed before her. This steed who spared a small smile for her inquiries. He did not answer her questions immediately, for his attention veered from her, and her attention followed.
There was a mare there, small of stature but great of presence, bearing dark feathered wings. Small ears twitched forward with curious interest, but slowly tipped back when this mare barely paid any attention to her. A young mind churned, trying to discover if any names and reputations she'd learned of from her mother matched this mare. It was the name that was offered to the stallion that sparked the association. Kri the Resolute, leader of the Dragon's Throat, allies with the Foothills. A small snort was uttered, and a two-toned tail switched against mousey colored haunches.
Kimber was about to speak, but shut her mouth when the stallion spoke at last. Blue eyes peered up at him, open and curious as he named himself, Hector, and where he was from. It was unfamiliar to her, but she well knew that many lands lay far from here, Helovia. Her own birthland was one of them.
At last she decided to try to be diplomatic instead of pestering Kri. "I'm Kimber, from the Foothills. We take in anybody." There was a small, defiant glance cast Kri's way. This filly knew of her, would the mare recognize the filly in turn?
There was a mare there, small of stature but great of presence, bearing dark feathered wings. Small ears twitched forward with curious interest, but slowly tipped back when this mare barely paid any attention to her. A young mind churned, trying to discover if any names and reputations she'd learned of from her mother matched this mare. It was the name that was offered to the stallion that sparked the association. Kri the Resolute, leader of the Dragon's Throat, allies with the Foothills. A small snort was uttered, and a two-toned tail switched against mousey colored haunches.
Kimber was about to speak, but shut her mouth when the stallion spoke at last. Blue eyes peered up at him, open and curious as he named himself, Hector, and where he was from. It was unfamiliar to her, but she well knew that many lands lay far from here, Helovia. Her own birthland was one of them.
At last she decided to try to be diplomatic instead of pestering Kri. "I'm Kimber, from the Foothills. We take in anybody." There was a small, defiant glance cast Kri's way. This filly knew of her, would the mare recognize the filly in turn?
