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~I am Shaysese'sa'y'tornsa'arlitore,~ the silent mare says in your mind. ~An Amanayr from The City of Shar. I see that you do not understand my language, therefore I will translate my name for you. It means Shades of the Desert Noon.~ You compliment her verbally on her name, hoping she could understand your words. ~Thank you human, you are one of the few to be so polite. I must admit I have not had good experiences with your people. They have often looked strangely at me for my mutation, my lack of feather tufts upon my forelegs, but I am glad that you do not mind.~ You wisely decide not to point out that up until then, you hadn't known it was a mutation at all. She takes a drink from the nearby stream, and without a word, wanders back into the lightly forested area by the springs. So much for politness, not even a goodbye, unless of course that swish of a tail meant goodbye.....oh well.
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