Post by September ‡ on Jan 26, 2006 17:37:23 GMT -5
Sept frowned and bobbed his head to reply of her nicker. It's fine, it's not your fault. He said patiently, watching her closely. He saw her fidget, anxious to move. Perhaps... He began, brows furrowed. Lose another mare? I think not. Altair was lost, Book gone. He had Flyte, that's all. But he knew Altair was a strong mare, she wouldn't get lost so easily. Perhaps. You can help me find her then. Tell her... Book is gone. He finished pointedly, swishing his tail. Sept tossed his head, anxiously awaiting an answer. Altair could not be lost. He liked her, a lot, and he couldn't bear to lose her yet. Or ever.
