I look ahead to all the plans that we made
and the dreams that we had
I'm in a world that tries to take them away
oh, but I'm taking them back

because all this time I've just been
too blind too understand
what should matter to me
my friend, this life that we live
it's not what we have, it's what we believe in

It's not my time, I'm not going
there's a fear in me, it's not showing
this could be the end of me
and everything I know

- 3 Door's Down, "it's not my time"

Namasté does not so much as flinch as the colt cringes back from her attempting to make himself look threatening. My sister simply blinks and makes as if to move closer, this of course causes me to tense and I am about to lunge forward to push in between them when the lad relaxes. He even goes so far as to apologize to her and acknowledge me with obvious if limited respect though I have said nothing at all to him. It is not enough to make me trust him but I do not feel the same loathing and aversion that I experience where his older brethren are concerned. Perhaps it is simply that he is yet young, whatever the reason I am willing to accept his presence for now if cautiously.

Tinder had not hesitated when he sensed my sudden tensing and he stands beside me now in that form of a white bear cub, the biggest shape he can manage still. As I settle again so does he gearing down and assuming the wild dog body once more for he finds it more comfortable. His attentions shift to study the colt’s winged axian though he does not approach. A simple slow nod is given to show that at present the boy has nothing to fear from me. I do not offer introduction for I know the younger girl will do it for me and, keeping half an eye on the stranger I proceed to turn my mind to other things for I’ve many problems plaguing me today.

The other girl of course can not remain so quiet. Now she does step nearer to the white splashed one her gaze inquisitive and with frog-shaped Remy peeking up from between her ears. I’ve told her before that she looks ridiculous when she lets him do that but I doubt either one of them really cares. Her sharp squeal of a voice cuts through the air then and I wince slightly, “Oooo… I thought you were looking at us, I didn’t mean to be a surprise! It’s nice to meet you Divide. I am Namasté, the slimy fellow on my head is Remy and the two behind us are my sister Illudra with her companion Tinder.” Pausing to consider the rest of what he said she glances back at me with a big mischievous grin and then continues on, “Faraway huh? It must be nice to have known other places. I’ve lived here my whole life. We’re alone too, well aside from each other and our axians… I suppose no one is ever really alone in Avenion. You could stay with us for a while if you want…” Now I know what the mischievous grin was for. I sigh and am about to protest but one look from Tinder silences me. Though I don’t want to admit it, my sister’s claim that I am almost always rude is probably true and I really see no reason to be rude to this boy… yet.

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| mental speech for both |
| regular speech for both |



Call me ILLUDRA for that is my name. They say my 15.2hh (when full grown), Silver Buckskin coated, FEMALE person is not terribly aesthetic, especialy with the FLOPPY RIGHT EAR. Trust the steel in my gaze for these TWO short years of life have not taught me to bend. Recognize my breeding as a mix of HANOVERIAN, THOROUGHBRED, MUSTANG, QUARTER HORSE, LUSITANO & LIPOZZANER. I remember my parents as SHADOW & DELLISSA of this land and others. Connect me with TINDER the --- coated MALE AXIAN of skill level 6 my better half and link to the element of --- in which we are pursuing the --- (0/0) tree with the --- tree(s) completed. Look for me in --- for it is there I reside. Place me in the court of --- under the title of --- and trace my blood down to ---. My FEMALE sibling NAMASTé is a YEARLING of BUCKSKIN coating. She shares the MUSTANG, QUARTER HORSE, LUSITANO & LIPOZZANER HALF of my blood and carries an ARABIAN HALF from her father LAFAYETTE. Namasté is unlikely to grow to more than 14.0hh. She travels with the MALE axian REMY of skill level 3 and the --- element. Our strings are pulled by the beautiful TZARRA who should be credited with both our creation and our words. --- of --- is the painter of our portraits.