Dances with Horses, not Wolves
02-11-2014, 01:33 AM
Odette had stretched her head out from her body to take in the scents better with her quivering nose. She didn't want to come across the ebony beauty and have the name misplaced with the wrong body. As she approached the horse, her head rose to its natural position and she looked up with perked ears as the equine spoke first. The words that left her mouth made Odette openly gape. "I-uhhhh," she stuttered, though if you thought about it, it was an inappropriate form of the verb. She shook her head and blinked a couple of times as she padded towards the horse, making sure her head was arched high enough so she could see her. "Yes ma'am, I was at the last meeting, but I didn't get to meet you in person. And yes ma'am, I am Odette. Odette Adravendi." The full name she had seemed to give her confidence, so she grabbed onto that ship before it sailed and a smile broke out across her face. "It's such a pleasure to finally meet you, Miss Obsidian," Odette said. She didn't know what else to say except the honest-to-God truth. Stories of the equine went through her ears like wildfire through a dry forest and she had wanted to meet the famous horse for some time. Slowly, Odette blinked and took another step before halting in front of Obsidian. "You are more pretty and shiny in real life than in the stories I have heard." She noticed the bunches of black fur building up around Obsidian's coat and a soft whine escaped her dark lips. "Do those hurt? They look kind of painful." Talk like this |
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