A R A H

New magic. Could her world become any brighter at the moment? Golden orbs watched the sun set to announce the end of another day. It still filled her with joy to see the sun rise, the ivory mare still struggled to watch the sun disappear every afternoon. After the sun had disappeared last time, taking her magic with it, the white raven had been lost. Not knowing who you were when you lost your magic...well for Arah in particular it had been horrible. Still, as the sun disappeared behind the hills of Helovia, the impersonator of The Basin could still feel the power within herself. Happily turning her back on the afternoon sun the mare considered where she currently stood. Not location wise, more about her position in her homeland. By turning her back in The Throat invasion she had been a disappointment to Deimos, it saddened her to have let her own teacher down however you could never be perfect. Arah did think that Deimos would eventually forgive, only it would be after she proved herself again. Not to mention the fact that she was a high ranking member of The Basin, having dedicated every single part of her being to The Basin surely accounted for something.

The fates had been kind to her however, now intertwined with her soul was the magic from a rook. Long elegant strides carried for forward, poise and purpose with every step she took. For tonight he would search for someone to test her magic out on, with their permission of course. Even better, she would use the magic in her punishment spar. The memory of the Basin's general flashed through her mind, as did Psyche's face. All of this time the golden eyed dame had forgotten about her lady. The Empress of The Basin had not been in good shape, psychically or mentally. Concern now filled the slim mare. She should not have forgotten about Psyche so easily, what if the lady of The Basin needed her? "I've been a fool." Whispered the mare. Being so happy with her own accomplishments, the impersonator had completely forgotten her personal duty to Psyche. Eyes turned to the direction on The Basin, if she were to return now, would she find the lady? Or had Psyche taken a break for a while? The mare's haunting last words replayed themselves in Arah's mind "Then consider yourself my replacement."

Turning back to The Basin, Arah began to take it one step at a time. Would her home be in shambles? Was Psyche still in power? Had someone else taken leadership? The Impersonator hated they very thought. Arah had been loyal to Psyche all this time, she did not know how she felt about kneeling to a new leader.

One step at a time.

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@[Arlo]
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And a sun set to lay away your day to day fears