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Pandora wanted to roll her eye as the dark Pegasus explained the Basin. She was well aware of the existence of that group. One question filled her mind, if these two are the targets of the Basin not far off, why would they come so close? Did they not value their lives enough to steer clear? Even though she claimed they weren’t calling her a racist, she still found these two to be prejudiced. The stallion was beginning to strike Pandora as a coward, one who couldn’t even speak for himself. He had to rely on the dark mare to speak for him. Even if she wanted to, Pandora doubted her ability to attack the stallion, after all, she wasn’t a warrior. She was merely a wanderer, her muscles gained from the steep hills, and long miles had to journey through before her destinations.
Then the mare introduced herself, Illacata, Pandora committed the name to memory, after all, a name had power to it at times. Names of herds and things were still foreign to her, but she was rapidly learning. Soon she planned to know the name of each place, it wouldn’t take her long if se spent the next few weeks consistently journeying and moving about, and she could always weasel out information from these two subtly.
When Illacata asked for her origin, Pandora assumed she meant her location within Helovia, but a hint of a wicked smile passed over her lips at the thought of her burning homeland. The place that the demons had devoured and consumed, and it was all because of her devious curiosity. That information was locked within her box, no one needed to know of Pandora’s birth, or the mare that she once was.
“I am what the herds deem outcast,” Pandora said, not stepping toward the two pegasi. She could converse with them just fine from where she was. “My days are spent moving about these lands. At some point, though I may find a herd to settle in.” She had absolutely no intentions of joining that band that called themselves the Basin. There were other groups out there for her, this she knew. For now her heart was bound to wandering, after all, Pandora’s hungry curiosity had to be fed before she stepped into the land of a herd. Where she tread, destruction often followed.
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