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 Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 3:11 pm
"Ah . . ." She tilted her eyes skywards to the slowly graying skies, and then issued a soft sigh that whistled through the holes in her diadem. The bees kept buzzing in her head despite her impulse to protest stopping - and the shelter looked inviting all of a sudden, like the branches of the trees were quietly beckoning them into their leafy embrace.
Ithil then turned her gaze back upon Zhevra, a questioning look in her eyes. She placed her diadem back down and looped it onto her horn, leaving her mouth open to speak. "I can continue on," she insisted as the wind began to pick up, fighting the urge to simply lay down where she stood. "This . . . is not a good display of my character."
And then she swayed a bit as the wind flew harder for a few brief seconds, catching herself with a small curse.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 3:15 pm
"Of course you could" Zhevra told the mare smoothly though with her swaying he was pretty sure that she couldn't, or at least not continue very much farther. "But the storms out here are nasty, I know better then to chance getting killed by a falling tree branch or washed away in a flash flood" He pointed out.
It was true in a fashion - the spring storms in this area were harsh and often strong but he didn't think this one would be all that bad - it was a good excuse to let the mare rest and still save face however which was the main point of his suggestion in the first place. He just hoped that she didn't figure it out and become to angry at him, it was for her own good of course but he had the feeling that she wouldn't take it well regardless.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 4:12 pm
Strong storms was it? Ithil had not experienced anything worse than heavy rain while in her homeland, and in her current state she was not willing to test her mettle against the elements in a place she had no knowledge of.
"Ae anírach," she relented with a nod, walking past Zhevra towards the copse. She stumbled slightly on her way and grit her teeth, recomposing herself with a steely look until she was safe in the shelter. Letting the diadem rest under her, she murmured a quiet "Good night" before letting exhaustion take her.
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