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- Kira Harding - 02-27-2012 [html] OOC Moonstone Lakes
Traveling with Wretch was all good and fine with the girl, but she wanted to explore, to stretch her legs and run, to see the sights. That was what she came here for after all. It was this that had her sneaking off to ride Rhaego in the early morning hours while Wretch was still at sleep. She wore the hawk feathers in her hair today and they streamed behind her in her blonde hair as they galloped along. Rhaego seemed as anxious as she and more than willing to run and stretch his legs. Both girl and horse galloped along happily, Kira unable to help herself as she laughed and chuckled, urging her stallion on with a gentle tap of her heels on his side. He shook out his mane and obliged, whinnying. It wasn’t until they came upon several bodies of water ranging in size from puddles to massive lakes that she ordered her stallion to halt.
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She gazed on the waters with reverence as they reflected a glorious sunrise. It shimmered on the waves, crimson, yellow, and orange; waters of fire. The light tawny girl was a religious one, devoted to the two gods of night and day. She would often gaze into the flames of her campfire by night, seeking the presence of her god, for the sun was a god of fire, destructive, and powerful, worthy of reverence. The moon goddess was more forgiving, a mother, watching over her children by night. “Sleep well Mother Moon.” She said softly before an unfamiliar voice came to call out to her from the distance. She jumped, startled, completely unaware of the silvery Luperci male not far off. She was under the impression it had been just her, Rhaego, and her gods, but she was mistaken. Her head turned sharply to the one who’d called. He was jean clad, and not far from her own age. Her silvery yellow eyes began to trail further down the line as she noticed the horse. She was not dismayed by his informality and soon offered up one of her warm smiles.
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Kira had never known the struggles of life on her own, and it had taken leaving her family for her to realize that it wasn’t as easy as she thought. She was undaunted, however, for she was free to do as she pleased, without worrying over a niece or nephew. It was more fun this way, an adventure ready to be unfurled. She did not know what each new place would bring, the sights, the smells, the wolves. She was more than willing to be caught up in life’s flow, drifted along the current. It was chance that she’d happened upon someone now, and she’d make the most of it. She giggled a moment to see his goofy looking grin, but soon threw a paw to her lips to stifle the chuckle. She did not want him to think her rude. It wasn’t often that she was greeted in such a way. Wretch hardly grinned, and the dog she’d met wasn’t entirely friendly.
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She giggled at Ahiga's expense, letting her eyes stray back to the dun colored horse bemusedly. She toyed with his mane a couple moments. Her tawny ears turned in the boys direction and when he jested, softly as it had been, it was overshadowed by her laughter. She burst out in a new torrent of giggles, hand reaching up to cover her muzzle. Whether it was truly so funny didn't matter, for some reason she just couldn't get a hold of herself. Her face reddened with embarrassment with her sudden outburst. The giggle soon subsided and with shining eyes she finally dared to look up at him. She took an interest in his silvery hair for a moment, contemplating how lovely it would be to braid it. She marveled at it, fighting the urge to reach out and touch it as she would have with a member of her family. He seemed to want to object to her words and she looked bashfully to the ground again, prepared to explain them, but he soon relaxed.
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Kira watched him intently as he seemed lost in thought for a few moments, noting every twitch of his silvery brows. When he finally spoke up she perked her ears in interest. “Tribe members?” She queried softly, her brows creasing in the slightest. “You do not live alone, then?” The question was more observation than anything else. The girl looked around them once. There was no one but the two of them at the present, she wondered where he had come from. “It’s been such a long time since I’ve been amongst more of our kind, can you tell me about your tribe?” She paused a moment and shook her head. “I’m sorry to ask you so many questions Ahiga, I just feel like I’ve been alone for so long.” In truth it hadn’t been all that long, but the girl was young yet, and this was her first venture out on her own without anyone from her family to accompany her. She had to set up her own camp, hunt for herself, and provide and care for her horse. This world was all so new to her as was it’s occupants, and by night it was just her and her horse. Thank the gods she’d yet to meet any of the land’s darker occupants. She’d be all too easy of a target with her friendly nature and maiden‘s innocence.
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