The pursed lips were opened as the girl found herself humming a tune. It was a ballad more like, one that made her feel alone in such a world as this. It spoke of a stallion bold and strong, fighting to find the damsel he had met once before. Her heart throbbed with such an odd sensation, a feeling of joy found in such a dark pit of distress. She was finding herself recovering from the tragedy, her walls slowly rising around her yet again. However, she was still vulnerable, still a freshly born mind, open for all to abuse or adore. It was something the fae wanted to hide, her weakness deep inside, her Achilles' Heel. It was her mind and the tricks one could play on her, she was walking in the dark, unable to see any traps that lay before her hooves. So while her mental defenses were lying low, the fae herself was keeping herself physically aware, making sure she could at least keep the body in check.
Walking at a leisurely gait, the girl and her Vessel walk side-by-side, the song she was humming now gently fading, her vocals left to rest. Her ears wavered as the sound of hooves approached her, the sound of something crossing over the Basin's borders. She takes no time to think, instinctively hurrying to find the animal that wanders so freely. Her emerald eyes hit the lingering figure of bloody red, splashed across a canvas of white. The fae scans over the stallion, feeling as though he appeared familiar in some way or another. Her companion stays tense by her side, just as she tenses her muscles.
She stands for a moment, her slate blank, thoughts no longer running wildly through her head. The stranger is faintly familiar, yet not at all. She cocks her head ever so slightly, as though if she were to tilt it too much she may just drop to her death. Her curious pools flicker over the brute, his appearance imprinted within her mind. He was bloody bay, his silken hair a deep black, yet the purest shadow had found a sliver of light. a small portion of his mane became a snow white when hair touched the glimmering white marking upon his withers. She realizes there is yet another in their presence, making her turn her head as the mare speaks.
"Welcome back!"
The dark maiden speaks, the girl keeps her lips shut, unknowing of what to say. Her words are finally there, somewhere, somehow. She opens her dark lips and smiles, something she hasn't managed in a long time. "Welcome home, brother." Her curled lips are something she can't bear to maintain, the pain of how faux the smile is kills her inside, but she endures someway or another. Her sweet little Vessel simply stands, huddled against her, likely scared of the strangers gathered.
"Speech."
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