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Date Posted: 09:01:43 09/30/04 Thu
Author: ~*Xandria*~
Subject: .salutations.
In reply to: ~*Xandria*~ 's message, ".newcomer." on 13:19:58 09/27/04 Mon

Delicate pistons slide to a smooth halt. Crimson sculpted dial nods elegantly, returning the flatteringly cordial greeting-the flames in the vix's dark orbs dancing-not with suspicion, as she recognizes the mascu as one of her own background, but with respectful caution. She WAS new to this land, after all-and the best way to start was by making a good impression anyhow. "Xandria. Pleasure to meet your acquaintance, Thunder." She states fluidly, musical voice scarcely pausing as her thought process observes this steed. With a slight rustling of feathers, she acknowledges the kestrel perched on her sloping shoulder. "And this is Azlan." she continues smoothly. "One of my loyalist traveling companions and truest of allies-I sincerely hope you do not mind him. He rarely bites." A small whisper of a smile turns one side of her mouth upwards at some inner amusement that laughs silently behind her ebon eyes, a subtle reassuring wink unapolagetically notifying the brute of her intended jest-those who had not met the pair of them before often thought them a strange couple. And in some ways, they were, if you wanted to look at it that way. The bird of prey fixes its intensely fierce golden gaze on the stallion, sizing him up, a cute sight to behold, for some. Satisfied, the hooked beak clacks, talons resettling their perch upon the young mare's shoulder, quietly communicating. Not your average friend or buddy, but it suited the lady fine, especially on the long miles travailed together. Turning her full attention back onto the dark one, she states an inquiry. "Who are the reigning monarchs of this terra?" she questions-not forcefully or insultingly, but merely curious as to know whose land it was she had just entered.

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