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10-01-2013, 01:25 PM
Not long after the gray mare had brusquely entered the little group, another brute appeared with a muscular gray pelt that rippled as he walked. His mane was a forest green color, and he kindly dipped his head white head in a greeting. The gray mare was finally starting to calm down, taking normal breaths again instead of huffing furious ones.
Out of respect in the days that she was a militant, Storm returned the courteous bow. She was trained to fight, not to be petty and prance around like a filly. She would calm down and solve her internal problem like a diplomat instead of grumble and complain at everyone she met. "Greetings", the woman returned his tone, serious but still hinting kindness.
"Oh. You're a warrior", Storm said. Of course he was. Solace was very well built with a giant draft frame, though he was slightly shorter than Storm, though she had a more lithe build. He also seemed serious and bright. The perfect fighter. With a sly smile, the mare continued watching him, only to hear the other stallion reply.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Sir", bowing her head at the Andalusian bay. "My name is Storm", ignoring her last name, the woman kept it at that almost completely calm though in the deep recesses of her mind she could not stop thinking of her son taken under the wing of that...that witch!
Shifting her gaze at the filly, and then back to Garnock and Solace, she awaited to what the draft had to say. She was interested in the Foothills herd, but the mare still had her mind set on the Edge.
Out of respect in the days that she was a militant, Storm returned the courteous bow. She was trained to fight, not to be petty and prance around like a filly. She would calm down and solve her internal problem like a diplomat instead of grumble and complain at everyone she met. "Greetings", the woman returned his tone, serious but still hinting kindness.
"Oh. You're a warrior", Storm said. Of course he was. Solace was very well built with a giant draft frame, though he was slightly shorter than Storm, though she had a more lithe build. He also seemed serious and bright. The perfect fighter. With a sly smile, the mare continued watching him, only to hear the other stallion reply.
"It's a pleasure to meet you Sir", bowing her head at the Andalusian bay. "My name is Storm", ignoring her last name, the woman kept it at that almost completely calm though in the deep recesses of her mind she could not stop thinking of her son taken under the wing of that...that witch!
Shifting her gaze at the filly, and then back to Garnock and Solace, she awaited to what the draft had to say. She was interested in the Foothills herd, but the mare still had her mind set on the Edge.
