A R A H

The clouds have me shrouded in grey

"Many greetings." Silence fell as another entered the gathering. Equine she was however on her head she bore a unnatural crown, disguising her as a unicorn. Vocals laced in femininity praised their home and smiles beamed in their direction. The ivory doe however was tense, as if sensing the stirring beast beside her. Crash was dangerous, deadly and at times rather brash in his decisions. The scent of The Falls is rubbed over the other female, the doe tilts her head to the side. A perfect target to gather a little info, Wynter senses her mistress' sudden delight and swoops down to land a little clumsy next to Abishia. "Tell me dear, how is the one they call Seele?" Tones as light and warm as a summer's breeze, not a hint of deceit to be heard from the ivory doe. Another question is posed to her, seeking more knowledge about her home. Smiling gently, the doe dips her head before granting his request. "We are lead by The Reaper and The Glided Blade." Her thoughts quickly glossed over the golden lady and the lord of death, her crowned head rose as she attempted to catch the gaze of the newcomer. Her gaze alight with magic, although she did not send any through to the stallion. "Our home lays in the far north of Helovia, snow is often to be found decorating The Basin in the colder months."

Golden orbs traveled towards the equine female, before flittering down to the bonded griffin encouraging her to return back to ice's mistress. Complying to Arah's wishes, the golden tipped protector settled back down the her back. "We have many different professions, whatever your heart my desire, I'm sure we could find a place for such a capable being." Gently brushing her shoulder against Crash's in a comforting gesture, the doe looked to Thranduil. With her magic still alight within her very essence, Arah wondred if the new stallion would be interested in seeing The Basin through her memories. Yet that would not do. It was far too personal to share memories that way. So the sliver tongue con tuned in her warm tones. "We only accept unicorns into our home. It has always been this way." The lightest taste of stubbornness rang through her voice making it clear that this was not up for discussion. Some did not like the elusiveness of The Basin, others relished in it. To Arah it was neither here nor there; her home was The Basin. To the ivory doe however, she believed that all possible recruits should know this before they agreed to visit the snowy home of Aurora Basin.

With the information presented to him, no doubt this Thranduil would have many questions. The doe was finally finished speaking, until he agreed to at least visit and meet the Lady Illynx and the Lord Deimos, she did not feel that he any right to more information. Revealing too much could result in outsiders knowing too much about their home. Wynter send frustrated emotions through the bond, "Cuil ansin máistreás." The celtic tongue came to the ivory doe naturally. For these past few days, the ivory doe had been teaching the young griffin both the tongue of Helovia and the tongue of her homeland. For the sliver tongue missed the beautiful and poetic speech of her homeland, she looked forward to being able to converse in it once again. Wynter did not need to be told twice, feeling out the air currents and letting forth a screech of delight, the golden tipped creature took flight. "Forgive her. A newborn who only just recently began to experience flight." Head tilted back until finally the snow coloured griffin foe out of sight, smirking to herself at the joy Wynter was currently feeling Arah turned back to the new stallion.

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