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[not_a_horse]

She is restless, this evening. Ingress is asleep, and she has no other obligation that demands her time at present

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[nothawkingbird]

Kate was briefly surprised. She thought most horses were out in the stables. A shapeshifted patron perhaps? Or somebody randomly turned into one by magic? She had heard such things happening. Beautiful creature though.

[not_a_horse]

Her head swings around, and she regards Kate with clear interest.

This horse's eyes are blue, and very bright.

[nothawkingbird]

There were bright blue eyes from the teenager meeting hers.

Kate remarked, "Hello."

[not_a_horse]

::Hello,:: she sends in return. ::It's nice to meet you.::

[dust_to_order]

((*abuses millitime))

Sooraya looks up from her work at the sound. There's surprise, and then a
warm smile. "Good evening," she says gravely. Granted, she doesn't know that the horse can understand her, or reply; it's likely here, however, and no harm in being polite.

[not_a_horse]

((Millitime is so helpful that way!))

::Good evening,:: she projects in return, with a feel of warmth in the mindvoice to answer the young woman's smile.

[dust_to_order]

There's not even a blink at the mindspeech, only an acknowledging nod. "I'm Sooraya Qadir, of Earth," she introduces herself.

[not_a_horse]

::Megwyn, a Companion of Valdemar,:: she replies. ::It's nice to meet you, Sooraya.::