The wicked mare smiles down at Ouija, who only returned a growl, and obviously created some vile taste in her blood-coated mouth as the grin dropped from a matte face. The cub sat on her back haunches, a fluffy tail wrapped around the back of your right fore hoof as a reminder of her presence. "It is a pleasure to meet you Voodoo." She coos, listerine blue eyes flickering back to your empty stare. You nod in return, not wanting to offend the shadow mare by being rude. "You too, Sailia." you mumble, ears pulling up from the tangled mess of black hair that coats your neck.

Ouija leans against your left leg, her shaggy fur tickling you enough to cause you to grin, the corners of your lips tugging up as the light hairs brush against your body. Your snout drops to the cub, lipping the top of her head for only a brief second before looking back up to watch the mare's body. If the freshly coated blood was not slung across the stranger's dainty face, she would have not been so intimidating, nor would you have been so uneasy or short on responses. The unsettling nerves in your body remind you that you know these woods, and that you could easily escape in case of attack.. but would she?

"Are you from the Basin as well?" Your ears perk forward at the name, glossy eyes still staring at the cool gaze that belongs to Sialia; so she was fairly new, otherwise she would smell like the wintery acres. A mild grin settles on falsely bloodied lips, a coolness washing over your tense body, but you know better than to let your guard down. "I was, originally. I live somewhere else now." The Dragon's Throat we remind you, snickering at the thought. Going from one to another was a drastic change.. the polar opposite in fact: the Basin, filled with snow and ice and demoralized unicorns who hold a grudge against anyone not of their kind. And the Throat, an accepting homeland who is bordered by the sea and left to roast under the hot sun nearly all year round.

The deepest desire to one day return to the snowy foothills bubbles in your chest, but fear of returning and being banished after living among the winged had always kept you away. "I do miss the Basin." You finally state with a full, rough voice. The words are tarnished with longing, and you want to know everything that the black mare knows about the herd so far. Has she had a chance to explore the tundra?

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