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DROPPING THE MIC, LETTING IT GO—
— the soul before her is kind, sweet, an innocent, soft spoken mare whom the ebony beaut respected. she seemed like a tender, joyous mare who had not suffered many hardships, but one cannot merely know one's past by looking into their eyes and sharing but a small conversation with them. one must bond with another as they do with a companion, they must share a laugh, a cry, an embrace. there must be a bond between before one can learn the true past of their comrade. babbling to a stranger about hardships was not something a wise, sane equine would do.
— ZIKAR-SIN, this name would be well remembered. letting it sink in, she lets it replay, dark lashes flickering as she draws herself from her thoughts to take a look out upon her home, a gentle smile woven upon her black lips. muscles beneath ebony fur ripple and tense, itching to dive forth into the pale remnants of the last snowfall. lion tail flickers, dancing around in the air before slithering around her dark hind column, night black tassels scattered amongst the snow. "i will see to finding him later—" the name ZIKAR-SIN gives her an impression of an interesting steed, but what she expects is nothing more than another unicorn, likely dark and racist just like the rest. she offers a gentle smile, awkward in the moment of silence.
— nodding her head in thanks to the melodic fae's soft words, she begins to slip away, the dark woman's words befall her ears. she turns back to the mare and her pale companion, offering them both a faint flicker of a smile, leafy pools showing but a reflection of someone she once was, a happy, care free childe who roamed the Basin with not a care. turning away and allowing herself to slip away from the mare, she murmurs a goodbye before turning round and setting off at a steady pace, split hooves striking the frost laden ground. "may we speak again one day, lena." with those words falling from her lips, she slips out of sight, disappearing from sight as the night carries on, only a faint flicker of her stars visible as she wanders away from the mender.
