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|arthur alexandre drake||
Posted: Apr 1 2017, 03:17 PM
|niyaha yoki tashunke||
Posted: Apr 17 2017, 04:54 PM
The painted mare huffed as she stepped through the portal. She had forgotten that it was winter on the other side of the portal, and going from the warmth of summer in San Francisco to the bitter cold - and even a little snow left on the ground here and there. Not for the first time was she grateful for her thick skin and fur, which kept the cold from being anything more than mildly unpleasant.
She picked up a trot, moving towards the rebel encampment. Since she was here, she might as well search again for her friends...although she'd been through here a number of times, and had never once had any luck.
It took her a good few hours to search through the entire camp, and as expected, had not had any luck. The mare heaved a heavy sigh and continued walking, now simply looking for anything of interest.
She found it in a boy who was training with a sword, and a fairly spectacular one at that. He clearly had been practicing with the sword for a while, and not just today. He knew how to handle that sword - even if he was a bit awkward with it. But was natural of a boy his age. It would become much better over time.
Rude. She suddenly thought to herself. You're being rude. Staring is rude. She flicked her tail angrily at herself. Perhaps before, when she had simply been a horse, she could have gotten away with it. But now she spent far more time human than horse, and she knew better.