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It was impossible for Eostre to help but falling into her traditional silent state, observing and taking everything in, but saying nothing. Her horse had carried in the fallen deer; walking back over to him, she rubbed him gently between the ears. "A slightly different situation, eh there? All these strange people?"
Leaving her horse to whatever he chose to do, Eostre sat down on a nearby stump. Of course Meghan would fit right in, making friends with everyone and probably winning all the men's hearts while she was at it. Friendly, chipper, naive... was everyone like that? Was she the only one who saw life and just knew it would turn around and bite you in the behind?
Hah.
She examined those who had previously been the rest of her party. Fion seemed to have taken the worst damage, but all in all, everyone was in tact.
Perhaps we'll be able to eat, then.
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