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Sapphire opticals would take in each figure before her. From the homely yet pleasant looking mare of grey coloring to the dazzling steed of gold, though where one filled her with the desire for kindness the second caused her skin to crawl. Pests of the flying variety tickled and teased along curved bodice, following the trail of sweat as it lazily blazed a trail towards her undercarriage. Elegant plume flared out behind her as with a swish the pests were removed temporarily only to return once more in annoying abundance. Such were the dog days of summer. A brief pause in vocabulary was presented as first the young femora moved as if to speak, only to remain silent and instead the stallion utter words of greeting and salutations in turn. ”Pleasure to meet you Jan and Poetry.” Simper playing over labrums in truth though it held a bittersweet memory beneath…Poetry, the nickname of her daughter Moonlite Verse, the flicka had left her side to follow her sire back to Neutral land, it had been ages since the duo had been heard from. The second and perhaps more haunting offspring the mare could claim as her own would be One Last Dance or Dance for short. The haunting reminder of what she and Vegas had once shared and an eerie look into her past. Neither flicka or stud remained and it was only under the ever watchful eye of her dear friend and fellow lead that Moonlight continued to rule and reside within the lush Valley as if heartache had never come knocking on her door. Though as the gaze of the unknown stallion lingered Moonlight could not help the shift of weight to rear ligaments, as a precautionary action. Realizing that they waited on her response Moonlight parted lips in return, ”My name is Moonlight, I am the lead mare here. What brings you and your daughter to Hopeful Valley if I may ask?” Inquiry made the lithe yet slightly larger mare allowed her gaze to divert from the two for a second, having felt familiar presence nearby. BattleCry. Simper that had lingered before growing in magnitude, the friend and her rock had arrived, though he stood some distance away and was likely unnoticed by the others save a glistening beckon in the distance – this was enough for Moonlight and it showed as any tension that had been building within slender form faded away and all that remained was the regal huntress once more. Name whispered against the wind: Moonlight I am of the: Fairer Sex I have the features of a: Quab (Quarter/Arabian) I am painted the color of: the midnight sky I am marked by: the Crescent moon on my forehead and nothing more I’ve lived upon this Earth: 10+ years I belong to: No one I rest my weary bones within: Hopeful Valley | |