You'd think that after all this time she would have kept away from The Threshold. The constant dribble of 'hi, how are you?' and the careful navigation of words when offering the new comers a home. Firstly you didn't want to come off as pushy but you also didn't want to be too delicate in your approach. Wynter found them, the brute from the Falls and the one she supposed must be a new comer. They always had a certain look of hope about them and most arrived exhausted, this mare did not seem different from the others she had found wondering this part of Helovia. Firstly she studies the rather stunning dark chestnut mare, whose rump is decorated with ivory spots. Her pale hair falls lightly, blue eyes stare out and over the world while two dark ram horns sit snugly beside her ears. Those were pretty much the only thing the mare needed to gain entrance into her home. Smiling Arah entered the fold and offers a nod to both members of this gathering. "Many blessings." A usual greeting from the doe, it had stuck with her from way back. In her homeland one always extended blessings to show that their intent was honest. If you betrayed those blessings many believed that you would anger the gods and bring shame upon your home.

"I am Arah of Aurora Basin and this is Wynter." The griffin had settled in a tree above them, staring down at the brute and his bonded. Distrust and dislike raidated through the bond, through Arah betrayed none of this. Instead she nodded at the stag again, a more formal recognition of their meeting in the past. Once again she turns back to the mare, "Welcome to Helovia." Are you looking for a new home? Slowly...slowly.

[[Welcome to Helovia!! Sorry, this is pretty weak, next post will be better.]]

Well.
Way to mess it up buddy.

Arah stared at Rostislav as he totally bummed his way through introducing The Falls practically shoving the invitation down the mare's throat. He looks over at her, it is a moment before the doe sighs and offers her own praise about The Falls. "Indeed the falls is nice and quiet...though the waterfalls more than make up for the lack of noise," 'and activity.' Her eyes flicker back over to Rostislav, a lifeless smile pulls at her lips. Eyes flicker back to the new mare to make sure she understands the message. The gushing waterfalls had been beautiful and Arah assumed they were the most active thing about the extremely reclusive falls herd. Wynter ruffles her feathers as she trains her sharp eyes upon The Hidden Falls stag. "The Basin is led by The Reaper and The Forsaken," these titles could be taken either way, fearfully or it could appeal to some, surely with those titles nothing pushed them around. Her voice filters out gently, as if the doe is currently not in any overwhelming emotional pain. Distracting herself with tasks like recruiting made it a little more bearable.

"We live in the frost of the north, you would also be most welcome among us." Either she would be brave enough to venture into the frozen glory that is Aurora Basin or take the easy path and enter The Falls. It would ultimately up to her. "If you're not ready to decide you're more than welcome to pay us a visit." The doe extended the invitation, wondering just what the new mare would choose to do. Golden orbs flickered between the two watching and waiting for an answer.