| Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
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From the Hidden Falls they headed west, skirting along the northern coast and through the sparse forests as evening set in. By the time they were drawing near to their destination, the sun was westering, dipping down towards the cliffs and throwing a cool evening shade across their path. The warm breeze carried the faint scent of salt, and through the lively birdsong Roland could hear the distant whisper of waves as they crashed against the rocks. The day had been long, but even though his legs had begun to tire from all the walking, he was content.
The World’s Edge, he thought, truly lived up to its name. As they arrived at the crumbling glass wall, Roland realized that he had never visited it before; had never set eyes upon its ragged cliffs or the rough expanse of sea that rolled stormily along its rocky shores. Perhaps he had spent too much time shut away in the Basin. No, not shut away, for that would imply that he thought of it as a prison, and though he might have at one point, he no longer saw bars in place of mountains when he looked out over the valley. It had taken him a while to embrace his home and all its imperfections. He would never grow fond of the snow, or the chilling winds that howled through the caverns and seemed intent on rattling his very bones. But he would forever dote upon the hot springs, and be unquestionably loyal to his family.
However, he concluded that it would do him no harm to get out more. Since coming to Helovia two years ago, he had not seen nearly enough of it. The Basin and its surrounding steppes he knew by heart, and had wandered the southern forests long enough to find his way through them, but he had never seen the deserts of the Throat, or looked upon the ruined shrines of the deities. Now there were no worries left to burden him. The wraiths were gone, and he had no cause to think any longer of the caves that had been their home for far too long. War was not beating its drums upon their threshold, and the Gods were silent. Now was the chance to explore, to expand his horizons as he helped the Basin in expanding theirs.
Though, glancing around at the herd lands before him, he elects to keep inland, or at least to flatter shores. He cannot help but think of how uncomfortable it must feel to live upon a precipice, and to wonder if one day he might misstep and find not ground, but air beneath his hoof. The harsh winters in the Basin were not ideal, but he’d take them over the precarious escarpments of the Edge any day. To his pleasant surprise, he found the new arrivals, King, Queen, and Glazier, to be more agreeable in his mind than their home. He offered a warm smile and nod of greeting as they each arrived, awaiting the familiar song and dance of diplomacy.
Push your luck if it makes you a promise
that turns con men honest.
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[O] mist drifts across pale ice; [herd leaders]
