size="2" face="papyrus" color="slateblue">«quickly covering the distance between his past conversation towards this new one, the bronc's auds capture the welcome and dial is dipped in acknowledgement. always ready for action, the mascu slowed to an amble and flicked his ebon' tail lightly against his hocks, orbits taking in everything he possibly could to try and remember who was who»'ello Sir. I s'pose it should be a pleasure to make your acquaintance, but I'd rather say that I can't say I even remember your name anymore.«although it seemed obvious that the brujo should appear embarrassed by the fault, he seems relatively nonchalant, for he quite realized his attention span was short, even for one of his like. emitts a snort from flared nares and then falls silent, awaiting the Lead's name once more and looking inquiringly at the two other mares he was unacquainted with» |
