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Legacy Kali · 09-21-2010, 02:51 AM

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The young little woman had settled into her life here slowly. She missed her stallion, she missed Manaba to a level where she felt physical pain. When he had been born she was the only one around, and his mother had been so protective, so defensive! When she and the (then) tiny foal had touched there had been a physical spark. She felt it run through her whole body until she was left trembling at the force staring at her from the depths of his chocolate eyes. She hugged her knees closer, watching the fire before her as her amber hair was caught in the wind. Her green eyes threatened tears, but she did not want to cry. Not here. Not even alone in the darkness. The wind picked up and she grumbled a little, the feathers in her hair dangerously knotting.

A crow cawed off in the distance and she turned suddenly. She wanted to go back and get Manaba, but it wasn't safe to go alone. She knew next to no one, but she needed someone to assist her in retrieving him. Would anyone consent?

Bris Stormbringer · 09-21-2010, 03:32 PM

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Someone had a fire going. It was the blackest of nights, and the scent of the conflagration drifted across Dahlia. For some reason, the smell of fire on a cool night made Bris feel alive. Fall and winter were her favorite seasons, and the poignant scent of fire added a level of aniticipation to the night. It drew a smile to the young Stormbringer's lips, and she softly closed the book she'd been reading and set aside on a stand beside the large armchair. Bris had stayed up into the night reading in the study of the old Victorian she shared with Conor and so many others. For once, Hybrid wasn't haunting her dreams.

The delicious smell of a lone campfire wasn't close to the town, yet Bris picked up on it almost instinctively. Feeling herself far too awake to pursue sleep just yet, the white shewolf rose quietly from the comfortable chair in the candlelit study, making sure to blow them out as she left the room. Her footsteps were silent in the hallway, and she eased the door open as quietly as possible. Of course, sneaking around the old house was practically impossible in itself: there were very few floorboards or doors that didn't creak with age. Pulling the door open only enough to slide herself past it, Bris eased it back shut with only a few lazy moans of protest.

Once out into the moonlit night, it didn't take the jager very long to find the source of the wonderful smell on the wind. Beside the hungry flames sat a female figure, perhaps around Bris' age or a little her senior. Her fur was a beautiful coppery tan, her mane styled and flowing a rippling scarlet when the night wind played with it. Her eyes were downcast into the firelight, obscured enough that Bris couldn't tell their color. She looked lonely, withdrawn, and the white woman hoped she was making the right decision in approaching. Bris made no effort to hide her footsteps, not wanting to accidentally sneak up on the new Dahlian. "It smells so good out here. I love the smell of fire." Bris smiled softly as she paused near the seated figure, standing a polite distance away and looking down at the amber flames as they licked away at their wooden buffet.

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Legacy Kali · 10-11-2010, 02:43 PM

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She didn't notice right away when the woman approached her, but the soft lilt to her voice did not alarm her. It was almost warm and welcome, it sounded familiar though she'd never met the woman before in her life. "It makes me think of my mother, it reminds me of times gone past." She said softly and cast her eyes upwards towards the snowy woman. "I'm Legacy, it's nice to meet you." She said quietly. She moved over slightly, leaving more room for the woman if she wanted to join her by the fireside. It wasn't in her to ignore the woman or try to make her move on, and for some reason against all senses, she wanted the company of someone else.

An owl in the distance cried out, and Legacy flickered an ear backwards to hear it.. She was comfortable here, but it wasn't home yet. It was growing on her, becoming more familiar, but she still missed so much of her old home. "How long have you lived here?" She asked quietly, her eyes dancing with the flames she was so intently watching.

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