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[OPEN] the weak and the strong, the teeth and the victim

Phaedra the Opulent Posts: 343

Deceased

Mare :: Pegasus :: 15.3 :: 6 Buff: NOVICE

Stella :: Secretary Bird :: None Aud

10-19-2013, 04:44 PM

'Cause even the stars they burn
Some even fall to the earth</style>

The lands of the Foothills seemed to carry more weight, as the new responsibility of her position had begun to sink in. No longer did the hills and valleys of the Foothills linger gently upon her mind - but instead called to her with a lively force and vivacity that demanded she take notice of them. These lands, and all those inside, were now her responsibility.

Starsheen gently twinkled in her mane as she moved easily through the lush grasses. Her creamy locks bounced gently against long, and lean muscles, as she strolled - wings tucked neatly against her sooty sides. High above, Stella, her secretary bird companion flew - deciding to spread her wings and soar, rather than ride on her companion's back. Phaedra on the other hand, had decided to walk - there were so few pegasi in the Foothills, most were ground-bound. And while she was just fine with their current demographics, as a new lead, she felt slightly forced into walking more than she normally would have.

Border. Someone there. Stella mentally called, banking to the right to fly over Confutatis. With an unhurried gate, Phaedra moved towards the border, specifically to the area that Stella had indicated. Her magic bubbled up within her chest, causing her whole body now to sparkle and shimmer, as if she was lit from within, by the light of the heavens. As the trees gently gave way, the dark equine came into view. Phaedra's oddly-patterned wings spread slightly from her sides - allowing the warm air to circulate against her flanks. Her flirtatious gaze washed over the scarred mare as she approached, halting within the confines of the Foothills.

"Well hello there, sugar." Phaedra greeted in her typical flirtatious drawl. Above, Stella was mentally reporting images of the mare from all angles - included the new-born companion upon her back. Electricity dully sparked from Stella's wings as she flew, ready to assist her bonded should this meeting go south. "What brings you to the Foothills?"