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An strange sensation came about Rekshana. Conscious that she was being watched, she followed the grass in the direction of verdure, which extended skyward with outreached arms. More so she went this way to keep her mind focused on these intentional movements rather than to hear for the sound of approaching hoofbeats. She could see all, or so she thought, turning at the earliest indication of a disturbance in the rime-blanketed grass. The wind, tinged with the oceanic smell of sea salt, blew from behind her, putting her at a disadvantage to catch a scent. Before the mare’s form reached the towering fronds, the air seemed to shift and thrum, as if parting to accommodate the greater power passing through.
The muscles along the crest of the lady’s neck tightened. In all the days and nights of her life, she had never felt anything like the power coming from the figure as it approached effortlessly, even though still out of sight. Still, Rekshana strode forward effortlessly, her fine appendages carrying her softly across the earth. She knew that magic existed, but never to this extent. What was coming for her?
When at last it seemed that the tension would smother her, Rekshana spotted a flash of muted bay, accompanied by a soft nicker, emerge from the trees. Her steady gaze locked violet eyes on the stallion’s chocolate ones. She held her ground more from scrutiny than disrespect, trying to make sense of a clearly unfamiliar situation. No words escaped her tongue, lest she face some unknown wrath. The tall pegasus towered above the petite mare, but she held her head high nonetheless and faced him with dignity. She had never seen such plumed pinion sprouting from the back of a horse. The dame's facade of gorgeous lashes that swept over him was impenetrable. Rekshana's captivating pools glided to the gentleman's dark feather's, the long poultry-like accessories fascinated her.
“Welcome to Helovia.” That was all that came from the stallion, his tone was flat, yet he seemed to her a rather valiant creature. She didn't flinch, kaleidoscope eyes piercing. He seemed agreeable enough, but she was not one to jump to conclusions. "I'm Thor of the World's Edge... and you are?"
“Greetings.” Rekshana spoke, her voice unflustered. “My name is Rekshana.” She lifted her head a little more even though she was secretly somewhat in awe of the other, the woman’s pearl-and-mahogany patched body hadn’t shifted much, flanks relaxed but ears alert. She said little, for she was a mare of few words.
There were no drawn-out ramblings to somehow convince the other that she was worth their time. Quietly Rekshana waited for the other to speak again, trying to determine for sure whether he was a threat or benign, although he seemed the latter upon first impression. However, she remained cynical. She wasn’t the fastest of her breed, but her prominent thoroughbred blood enabled her to run, and run, and run. It seemed as if her lungs had no end, cooled by the very nature of her composure.
The mare liked to think of herself as kind, but only to those she deemed worthy; never was she overwhelmingly soft or energetic with affections, and although she liked being solitary in her own little bubble, isolated from the pain of the world and all its dimwitted children, a certain loneliness had befallen her. She wasn't turning back now. Her gaze continued to rest easily upon Thor, her eyes liquid violet prisons that seemed to hold endless emotions in her biting stare.
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