.Seeking Acceptance.

[.Bird./.Blue.]

Th' femmora's gait was slow, pistons barely lifting from the moist sand with each step. Banner silently lay on her boa, no wind in th' are to upset it. It seemed generally pleasant 'ere, the site brought a slight smile to 'er face. Mug was lowered somewhat top th' sand, occasionally dipping low enough to touch the sand. Nares took in th' scents that came from th' ground, auds twitching at the slightest sounds.

The femme slowed to a halt, it wasn't much of a transition from her ambling pace, anyhow. Boa rose, auds flickering forard for the moment. A barely audible nicker was given, saphire pools watching the secluded area.

((meck, my muse isn't completely with me))

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[.+Rhion+.]

((Bah.. Sorry that I didn't get to this sooner! ;-)

Keen black harcks flickered forwards from underneath the deep sea water, inked tassles streaming beside the stallion like a flow of over-run coal. Blue webbed wings pumped strongly through the Lagoon waters, feathered pedastals working their way through the nearly sea-through substance.

Rhion looked about through the water, bringing up his mighty dial up to look at the world above the water. Swimming fast and strongly up to the shores, Rhion exited the water, shaking most of the water from his fur and tassles. Trotting lightly around the trees within the lagoon, Rhion continued to seek the prescense that earned his attention. He whickered softly to himself, reasurring the steed that it might only be another equine.. Right?

Arriving at the water's edge once more, Rhion was partly stunned to see a mare - in his territory! He whinnied to the femme, trotting briskly over to her.

'Lo there, m'dear femme. I am Rhion, keeper of Bertil Lagoon. What is your calling, and if I may ask, why are you here?