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Torbin, Vairye
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Date Posted: 03:43:19 11/28/03 Fri
*Torbin turns his head to watch the mare with Sun*
We called her Vairye, which is Dragon for mysterious or unknown. She's ... *he pauses, unsure how to express the concept*
The mare still stares at Blue Sun, taking a few fast steps back before standing her ground again. She snorts once more, uncertain. He smelled like a horse, but not, and it was the not that frightened her. Her mind didn't easily define such concepts, but all of these horses she was with were different. They lacked ... something ... they didn't communicate properly, most of the time. Not right. She cautiously steps forward, stretching her head out to sniff Blue Sun ... ready at any moment to leap away should he attack.
*Torbin tries again* She's - not a talking horse. She doesn't think like us ... she's ... a normal horse, Forgearn said.
((yes, a normal horse ... but how did she get here? Well, that involves the Faiye nobility, stolen possessions, a semi-cognitive magical building known as the Lair that really just wants more friends, and strangly enough - duct tape. Buahaha... ))
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