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Lior soars above her, screeching in a horrendous yet harmonious tone, and she cranes her fragile neck to look at the dark avian. Her ears tilt forward at the sound of a mare's call, ears flicking back at the loud noise. With long, graceful strides she stumbles upon the gathered herd, ears perked in curiosity. She saw few familiar faces, Nasreen, Kahlua, Resplendence and that dark stallion. She found herself alone in the back of the gathered crowd, too afraid to step forward anymore for fear of being crushed between the gathering steeds.
Shifting her attention to the King and Queen, she listens closely what each of them have to say. She does not offer her own opinion, however, for she is far too afraid to speak publicly to these strangers. And as she takes notice of the foals she begins to break down, body quivering. They were so close to her, she began to take a few steps back. There was no way she was staying anywhere near these things.
Never has she heard of the things they're talking about, the Aurora Basin, the Asylum, a mare named Aurelia who did something wrong— she had no opinion on these things, although the word Asylum it means a house of the insane? Eugenius, she feels her body tremble at the name. She knows that that word is familiar, but she cannot touch that memory, it stands before her, but she cannot grasp it. She wanted to scream, but she holds it back, standing staring into the expanse of clustered horses, backing away from the little demons— and the Stallions. She could not trust them at all. So she stands and remains silent, ears flicked back as she gazes up at Kahlua, still afraid of her despite the fact that she was back to normal.
"She talk talk talks."
[ay is a little too shy to voice her opinion, and really she doesnt know any of what theyre talking about so cx]
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[O] Brokenhearted Aftermath [Mandatory Herd Meeting]
