Deep in her heart, the fae knew Assassins were no more. Just a bitter fantasy, a childs play that would never come true. What kind of promise had she seen in the,? Had she just blindly followed them, owing thanks to Ignita? The Edge horses treated her well and she was feeling slightly attached to their beautiful lands. Thick forests surrounded the rims of the place, cliffs loomed over the wild sea, and the air was fresh. Now, even though being a prisoner the fae cooperated with mostly everything they told her to do.
The girl felt to emotionally weak to fight back, and she actually hoped she could forge some sort of friendship with some of the less hostile equines. Shutting her red brown eyes, the girl paced back and forth once more, feeling the wind ruffle her golden mane. Sighing and bored, she hoped someone would approach her, even if they were to be mean just as long as they spoke to her. But there was another though, an important one creeping to her mind...
“It’s not like I wanted to chase you out of your land”, muttering, pawing at the ground, the fae lifted her head back up and looked around at their well organized camp sighing once more with utter boredom. Lamenting coming here in the first place, the girl continued to pace back and forth finally knowing what she really wanted. She wanted to join this herd and prove loyalty. The Assassins were never for her. Was she fooling herself all the time? Even if they did arise once more, she would want no part of it, besides forged friendships. It was time to follow what her heart truly wanted. "Please, I'd like to speak to someone", melodious vocals ringing through the air, the anxious lass nervously waited.