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[Lavendel]

Lavendel

Lamb smiles as the winged maiden approaches, her gait elegant as she nears the painted girl. Her call is reciprocated with a soft,
"Hello, I am Lamb. You are?"
Lamb spoke, her voice carrying across the small distance that separated them. She crossed it soon enough and they were no longer apart. In a friendly sort of way, she reached forward to press her muzzle against the mare's momentarily. When she pulls away she inclines her head to look towards the summer sky. "Quite a beautiful day today isn't it?" She is trying to practice her small talk, if she were to accompany Sabra on future diplomatic visits, she had to be well spoken.  In this same vein she must learn to give others time to speak, so she waits to allow the mare time to share her name if she wished. 

Around them the meadow blooms in various colors and scents. She is sad however that many flowers she had seen bloom in the spring with Svedka are gone. Replacing the pastels are harsher more vibrant colors that would soon give way to the death of winter. For now though Beqanna blesses them with color and warmth. She returns her gaze to the ivory mare and smiles.

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