
Posted by Indira on February 9, 2009, 5:59 am, in reply to "Thread time!!" FIRE II
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She, whom meaning of a word unspoken
Shall shatter your way of thoughts
Her heart and soul
Burning and prisoner
For that one kindred stag.
Ah little Indira, such a sweetheart, she is glad that Fantome made them herd buddies. The thought makes a soft giggle be released; the name was such a funny thing to hear of. She does not filter her mind and become distant; her eyes are easily put upon Indira with a curiosity unknown. She looks on how her past seem to be rather dark. Her mother who had left her, she must say, that is quite the sad past. But even so she had not noticed Indira’s deformity until she heard of the thoughts. Eyes drew towards it but soon faded, she does not bother anything about it and instead speaks with a high and gentle tone teasing as well as praising the fact in what she says in her first sentence. ”My dear, of course you do not toddle, the stallions are the one toddling after you.” She smiles encouraging the mare to interact with everyone else but also, she knows that Indira likes her and that makes her smile even more. There is an affection in everyone, she knows how much time she herself has tried to make many like her, she is a deserter from Solira and many does not accept deserter’s. But even with this in her mind Hypatia had accepted her in the lands of Ni and Althea had now become a council member. She needed to make the rest welcome as well as gathering the Scholars; she was getting annoyed at many of them but for now would not show her frustration.
”Hmm…What other things to do? Well, you could play with my son but I think he is out chasing mares. But if you want I could call him back. But there is also several treasures here so I’ve heard, I think Hypatia has arranged it fro the children’s sake but its still fun. But other then that you probably get used to the heat before seeing the stallions give out explosions when they are getting bored. She was thinking of Strandwolf and Baraqel of course. Those two could never stand still for a minute without making an explosion. Just like small children which they both were, but even so she loved them both, one has her mate and the other as a friend. The mare looks back to Indira, wondering why such a cute mare still has no follower; she would need to yell at the stallions. They have clearly not seen a true beauty before, now have they? You’re move next my dear.
She, whom meaning of a word unspoken
Shall shatter your way of thoughts
Her heart and soul
Burning and prisoner
For that one kindred stag.
KAJIKOMORIUTA
A P P R E N T I C E
AMBASSADOR
STRANDWOLF & HYBRID THEORY
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