It had been a perfectly wonderful day, Ismene reflected. A perfectly wonderful, beautiful day, and she had been enjoying the quiet and the feel of sunlight on her skin. In the little glen that she presently occupied, there wasn't really anywhere to hide, not that she was frightened of him. The centaur who had made of himself a traitor, through and through. Her multicolored eyes filled with a deep and pointed disgust. There had not been many of the Sun herd who had turned their backs on their heritage and faith as he had, and she knew him in an instant.
"Aiolos," she said through gritted teeth. Her tail swished in irritation, for her quiet contemplation had been interrupted in a most rude fashion, and with little hope of recovery. Traitor. How dare he carry his head so high? And what did he mean in coming so near to the herd lands? She flicked her tail again, the pointed tips of her ears twitching in reaction. There were few things worse than what he and his infamous sister had done, and she was almost shocked to see him so soon after he'd made himself into a pariah. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the heretical stallion, her nostrils flared slightly as she regarded this potential threat.
"Aiolos," she said through gritted teeth. Her tail swished in irritation, for her quiet contemplation had been interrupted in a most rude fashion, and with little hope of recovery. Traitor. How dare he carry his head so high? And what did he mean in coming so near to the herd lands? She flicked her tail again, the pointed tips of her ears twitching in reaction. There were few things worse than what he and his infamous sister had done, and she was almost shocked to see him so soon after he'd made himself into a pariah. She crossed her arms over her chest and stared at the heretical stallion, her nostrils flared slightly as she regarded this potential threat.
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