09-07-2010, 04:19 PM
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For the references on small horses; Dawali's never seen a pony before  Her names, all of them, were strange to him. Even her nickname— Peanut? Dawali didn't know what a peanut was, but to him all her names were equally strange. In his own tribe, everyone's names had meant something to them, and described them somehow. His own name was — to him — a strange gust from the future, given to him when no indication of his future rank would be. It read "Eagle feather", as if his parents had somehow known he would be a Chief, the only rank in a tribe allowed to decorate their mane with the feathers of the sacred bird. But he knew none of the words that Peanut's name was comprised of, and that was strange, to him. He nodded nonetheless as she spoke, and sent the small horse a glance, studying it. For its small stature, it looked quite able, and with Peanut in firm control of it. Some horses got scared when strangers approached them, but this one seemed quite calm. "I see. Your horse won't be a problem; we have a stable with room for him among our own, or you can keep him wherever you want." He paused and glanced at the creature again, wondering if its size was nature's flaw, and what other potential problems that might bring with it, if it was the case. "We certainly have room for you, though I will need to know how you can contribute to our family. Do you have any abilities we might find useful?" |