The pretty silver bay woman is so very charming that Epithet finds her voice easy to listen to, her rythmic steps a lovely compliment to the orchestra of sounds that moved around them. The indigo mare is feeling -elated- to have been found by Wound despite her doubts of an easy recruitment. Epithet had expected a grunting stallion with flashing eyes and stiff manhood to cripple her into submission but instead there had been a sweet mare with kind eyes.
"Thank you, Wound." She offers the mare a soft smile and a plesant nudge to her new friend's unmatched shoulders. The blue mare's black hooves settle into the dirt as pale lilac eyes look for a lava stream...curious as she has never seen one yet in this new world. But then, 'Wound!' Epithet snaps her head around with laced ears to find a glittering version of a familliar face she knows she has seen before. Lashes fall as she narrows her eyes at the male, protective of the velvet brown mare but the stallion seems to know her as he approaches with a chipper demeanor that draws Epithet's attention and ears away from her skull. The blue woman relaxes her svelte form visibly and offers a small, tight lipped smirk. "Hello Longclaw." Her voice is smooth as rich buttercream and she offers a small dip of her head because it was important to get off on the right hoof. "I'm Epithet." There. That was a start. The shapeshifter (though unknown still) returns her gaze to Wound to confirm that the pale haired woman approved of this Longclaw's approach.
"Thank you, Wound." She offers the mare a soft smile and a plesant nudge to her new friend's unmatched shoulders. The blue mare's black hooves settle into the dirt as pale lilac eyes look for a lava stream...curious as she has never seen one yet in this new world. But then, 'Wound!' Epithet snaps her head around with laced ears to find a glittering version of a familliar face she knows she has seen before. Lashes fall as she narrows her eyes at the male, protective of the velvet brown mare but the stallion seems to know her as he approaches with a chipper demeanor that draws Epithet's attention and ears away from her skull. The blue woman relaxes her svelte form visibly and offers a small, tight lipped smirk. "Hello Longclaw." Her voice is smooth as rich buttercream and she offers a small dip of her head because it was important to get off on the right hoof. "I'm Epithet." There. That was a start. The shapeshifter (though unknown still) returns her gaze to Wound to confirm that the pale haired woman approved of this Longclaw's approach.
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sorry this took so long!
@[wound] @[Longclaw]