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02-01-2014, 08:42 PM
She was in the cave systems wandering. In the sanctuary, many were gathering. She noticed Oxy, and heard a voice speaking. Curious, she joined the ranks sticking to the back. The girl, Circuta as she named herself, explained that she was a stand in for a missing queen. She assumed she was working for the Asylum, but could not be sure. Intrigued, she listened in more intently. An ally had brought them all down here, and they were looking to find a cure. What a nobel, yet impossible cause. Elsa thought. It wasn't a bitter thought, but more on the edge of mocking. How could you cure darkness? Darkness has always been so untouchable. She continued speaking of her nobel wishes. Finding the lost, killing the wraiths, returning to the surface. All these desires seemed near impossible but she dare not speak. She was new, and to everyone, probably quite insignificant. She listened as she finished to each person speaking. An unusual pegasus stallion spoke first, greeting them all. He had quite the companion but otherwise insignificant to her. The next to speak, a grey unicorn mare with awesome markings, name Cashmere, spoke of wanting to be a crafter. The all to familiar Oxy was next, standing his ground that he was the warrior guardian, the one in charge. She had to admit, he would probably be best fit for the job. Although a little odd, he seemed to be an old soul. Next to speak was a pegasus filly, Skysong. Cute name. She spoke of only knowing to fight. How sad, she looked to young to be caught in the grips of war. Another pegasus stands near, but says naught a word. Cautiously, Elsa steps forward. She figures she better establish herself before she tries anything. Better to get her name in the air. "Circuta.." she began, she never called anyone lady, or mistress or whatever, if they were truly fit in her eyes she would call them that. She didn't even know Circuta, so she wasn't sure if she wanted to give her respect to the mare. "A wish to be apart of your intelligence, or politics, whatever you shall call it. I'm trained to fight, but would much prefer being a diplomat of sorts." She finished with a shrug, not quite sure what this lead would think of her. Elsa |
