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Wary emerald eyes lingered on the ethereal form of the coyote girl, as she drifted from her own horse with a graceful step toward Alaine's own. She spoke in such a misty tone that the colliewoman found it difficult to concentrate on her words, more so wanting to hear the soft rush of her voice, as though it were music. Was this what others thought of her own accent? Would that they found it so lovely!
Nana clearly thought as much, also, for when the tawny forest-child held out one delicate hand, the rotund mare made much a show of snuffling and whuffling and making all sorts of definitively equine sounds, before bumping the soft velvet of her white-snipped muzzle against the girl's walm palm. Thus far, the horse had proved to be quite a good judge of character, although Alaine was beginning to wonder if she was just easily bribed by a good pat.
"H-her name is Nana," She felt slightly foolish by placing such importance in the name of a creature lesser than herself - Nana was supposed to be a mode of transport, nothing more. But truth be told, the Apothecary was really rather attached to the maternal equine, with her lovely brown doe-eyes and her guardian-like stockiness. It seemed the mare had been the only creature yet to accept her odd son, Elijah, and the Winters woman prayed this to mean that in spite of his intense weirdness, that he was in possession of a kind soul.
Clearing her throat slightly, she continued, "And I am Alaine Winters, Apothecary of the Cour des Miracles pack." Her accented tone was stronger now, and she sat straighter in the saddle. Something about the coyote woman had lowered her defenses, but perhaps that was merely a part of her dangerous allure. She had so much to live for, now - She could not afford to let her guard down. "And who might you be, Miss? What is your purpose, out here alone?" Although the probing questions were supposed to be offered in an authoritative tone, Alaine softened her voice, unable to refrain from feeling that this pretty Fae meant her no harm.
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