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Alas the meeting was over, she could barely tolerate standing another moment in silence as she watched others come forth bearing news or proclaiming something she didn't quite know about. In fact, Myrah did not know about probably 99% of everything they said, and found herself having difficulties trying to grasp each and every situation, and why it may be important for the herd as a whole. Sure she understood 'training' and various other ranked positions, yet she still did not understand what it was for.
Peeling away from Voodoo's side, she found herself slipping away from him in silence, not another spoken word between them. Confusion warped her visage, bending it like weathered wood. Once more the mare felt brainless before another, and not just one horse this time, no she felt it before the whole herd. "Well no more..." vocals barely a whisper against the frosted quiet that came soon after the herd departed.
Here and there she could see a scattering of horses, unapproachable, grouped together and talking among old friends... something the blue hued grulla never had the time to learn prior to stepping over the borders for the first time.
A puff of fog rolled out from her nostrils as the chill began to set in, ignoring it, she instead focused her attention on a lone horse disappearing into her cave. Perhaps it was not the best idea to ask another unicorn questions in their den, but it would be easier to approach than a small grouping, and more secluded.
Shoving her rather new fears of rejection aside, she pushed forth through the frost nipped grasses down towards the stranger's cave. Of all things, she wanted to learn about training, about how she could better the herd, even if she fully did not understand the life style.
Cloven hooves chipped away at rock and soil, churning it slowly yet anxiously as she picked her way over and finally came face to face with a curtain of moss. "Ma'am? Um, I don't mean to burden you. May I ask a few questions?" her voice rolled forward yet was pockmarked with the sureness of a mouse facing a cat. If that said anything about her, it said she was secretly quaking in her flesh, even if it did not show on her outer appearance. Slowly her head went down to look beneath the curtain, ears pivoting forth to catch what the mare may say in response. Yet she refused to 'peek' beyond the tangled mesh to see if the mare was even awake. Respectful as always in the face of the unknown.
"Myrah Speaks"
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