Shall or Shan't I be Welcomed?

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_{Gerard watched as the filly's ears flickered in Angel's directions, picking up her soft words. Mariah snorted softly and tossed her head slightly, excited. Somehow, this strange girl had an air of familiarity about her. The filly stepped forward a bit, the small feathers around her feet fluttering as she met Angel half way. She lowered her head from the height it had been at when she'd greeted Gerard so Angel could touch her if she wished.}

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Angel was seemingly pulled towards the flicka by an invisible string. Angel stroked the filly's poll, her hand gracefully tracing the carved features of her delicate fascade.Quem di diligunt, adolescens moritur.....Azhaar Badra... Angel murmered in a forgein tounge, Latin.Venite adormus, venite adormus dominum, venite, adormus, adormus dominum. Angel sang softly, a tranced look in her emerald eyes. She was remembering the most majestic horse she had ever laid eyes on; a sleek, prancing, draught-type, ebony stallion. A beautiful Friesian.Res ipsa loquitur.... She continued, for the stallion, which she had paritally owned for a short time, two months, had been completely trained in Latin.Rosa rubicundior, lilio candidior, omnibus formosior, semper in te glorior... The last phrase she said, was Azhaar Badra's motto:Redder than the rose, whiter than the lilies, fairer than everything I glorify. Although it hardly signified the blackened horse, when said in Latin, it sounded majestic and mysterious.

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_{Gerard's eyebrows furrowed curiously. The language wasn't even recognizeable to him. Not only that, but he'd never known that Angel knew another language. He listened to her intently, trying to figure out the language she spoke. Mariah quieted down, lids shutting half way as both touch and tone soothed her. She gave a low whicker of contentment and her head drooped a bit.}

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Emerald eyes shut halfway as she stroked the flicka's lowering neck. She murmered more words of contemptment, her hands moving gracefully over the ebonite neck.Shee netia mot remous. She murmered, her lips barely moving.

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_{The filly's ears flickered once more, one resting on Gerard, the other on Angel. Both were clearly curious about the mysterious language, yet drawn to it at the same time. It sounded elegant, yet sounded as though it was from the beginning of time. Not wanting to ruin this moment, Gerard kept his mouth shut and waited for Angel to finish. They still had to ride through this pasture in order to get to the gate for the pasture where the foals and their dams were.}