Posted by Ronek | Drako | Cirron on 3/8/2002, 9:58 pm :[]: Ronek had no strength left to do anything but follow him -- but she would have followed him to the end of the world if that was where he was going. The gentle red muzzle was against his wither, her warm shoulder pressed to his side. The exuberant joy rising in her like an enveloping wave had robbed her of speech, so she could do nothing but follow and talk with her eyes. There was no sound behind them, and she looked suddenly over her shoulder and stopped, watching son and daughter. She called to them softly, then turned and followed him again. :[]: :[]: The burly colt watched a moment from beside his sister, furred ears softly pricked. Who was this? The question throbbed in his chest. The chestnut stallion was in his memory somehow but he could not place him. His mother seemed to know him... that suited him. His sister was whinnying softly, a soft worried sound meant only for his ears. He nuzzled her with brotherly tenderness, then started down the hill after his mother and the stranger, and felt her coming after. :[]:
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