| 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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By the time they had broken free from the confines of the woods, the sun had long since disappeared beneath the horizon, and with little light to ease their passage the trek back to the Basin went slowly. Every so often, Roland found himself casting a furtive glance at Caneo to ensure he was faring well, for the ground was uneven and the distance between the Threshold and the Basin great. It was no easy path to traverse, especially when one was weakened.
Roland kept a sharp eye out as they walked, scrutinizing every dark shape and shadow lest something be following them. Night made him wary, and ever since the wraiths had torn apart the land with their shadow and disease, he had always made sure to remain aware of his surroundings. The last thing he wanted was a repeat of his first, and only, encounter with the creatures.
Once they reached familiar territory the Thief allowed himself to relax, turning to Caneo as they were swallowed up by the mountain pass. “It gets quite cold in the winter,” he informed the boy with a wry smile, his words echoing off the rock surrounding them. After so long spent in silence, he felt compelled to fill it with something, even idle chatter. “But the summers aren’t so bad.” It had taken the Thief several months to adapt to the northern climate, and even longer to feel he fit in. Luckily, Caneo was not walking into the same, cold-hearted supremacist Basin that Roland had once lived in.
The pass gradually opened up before them, a jagged ridge sloping down into the palm of the valley, stony fingers curling into rugged, snow capped mountains. Roland hurried them past the crimson glow of the Sentinel’s gaze, giving the metal statue a considerate glance as he went. It was an ominous creature, not so much a welcome as a warning to those who entered their lands; but the lake stretching out across the plateau was a much more welcoming vision. Moonlight reflected across its rippling surface, and what stars peaked out beneath the clouds were mirrored in the dark water. Roland drew to a halt, tail swishing against his hocks as he gazed around them. “Welcome to the Aurora Basin,” he said with a smile, looking to Caneo in hopes that he would approve. Perhaps the boy would find a home here among the mountains and rock, just as Roland had.
@[Caneo]
Push your luck if it makes you a promise
that turns con men honest.
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