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Hooves vigorously clipped against the ice and stone, climbing her way out of the bowl. The path twisted after that, making her have to pause at times to make sure new snow was not setting her on the wrong path. Familiar marks eased her mind, some the thinnest of scratches she had placed. It was her own path she had made, keeping it a secret worth having. It bothered her on quite a few levels how easily infiltrated the Basin was when it should not have been. She was not a master of the elements still hoping sometime to venture to the Veins to see if the Time God felt she had accomplished her quest or not.
With ribbons of mist her falling breath, she kept an eye out for the white wolf, thinking he might easily join her. While she did not mind, she did not need a silent spy. Who could she really trust? No one. It was better that way. Tolio, yes to a point she did. There were things she didn't want to tell him afraid the secrets would get him harmed as Phaedra had proven. If she ever got a hold of that...feathered she would be needing something fixed... Both her ears twisted, feeling her jaw clench to stop the thought. Darkened mind lead to violent ways. Everyone was in it for themselves, wasn't she? Sometimes, she answered in silence. She did try to do the right thing, but found it more difficult. Leander, she was certainly selfish, keeping him hanging on and for what? Had she told the truth, or a convincing lie? Did he realize she was yet to give him what he wanted, and deserved? You warned him. It did not give her comfort she sought. She was still trying not to break his heart, while being loyal to the Basin and knew she could not continue to do both.
Hips swaying and her tail following suit, she cast a look around the mountains, peering onto the familiar sea. It coaxed a hint of a smile, but she continued past it, on the move like always. Today she would encounter company before she expected it. A palomino in the distance. Another one? If she was part of the Grey, Faelene might start to lose it (her manners included). Drawing closer with her head held heavenward, and her legs reaching high out of the snow she did not call to the other. She continued with silver eyes upon her, wondering if she too was looking for the Basin. It was not until they were two horse stretches away, she would ask, "Are you one of those lost, or merely clueless?" Voice was stroked with cold tones, a shake of her head to cast away her unruly locks from her sight. This creature did not look like she belonged here, in the cold.
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May I Wait On You, Master? [Open, Faelene?]
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