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Coming back from her visit with the Gods she was disappointed. There was no sign they had heard her, and she could not return well into the winter. She had a lot of mixed feelings on the matter. Would they grant her an audience then? Or give her a sign? She was quite doubtful and wanted to ask someone on the issue. But who? Descaro and Mauja were the first to enter mind. Surely they might be able to enlighten her.
Taking her time to return to the Edge she took no effort to control where her pillars took her. She eyed the scenery with a disinterest. Wasn't her life a pointless walk altogether. A snort erupted from her nostrils, when scents of familiar unicorns caught her attention. Thais and Sno? What were they doing out here? She had no idea, and picked up a quicker rhythm to investigate. Intuition told her something was up but she tried hard to fight against that thought. Thais would protect her and she did have that metal wolf.
Faelene would be horribly wrong. Loping through the meadow met with thistle after thistle she would see an equine use his magic against the girl's guardians before attacking her himself. She would not think she would charge for the miserable bastard from behind with her horn tipped, aiming to force it into his haunches while ramming her chest above his hocks.
Taking her time to return to the Edge she took no effort to control where her pillars took her. She eyed the scenery with a disinterest. Wasn't her life a pointless walk altogether. A snort erupted from her nostrils, when scents of familiar unicorns caught her attention. Thais and Sno? What were they doing out here? She had no idea, and picked up a quicker rhythm to investigate. Intuition told her something was up but she tried hard to fight against that thought. Thais would protect her and she did have that metal wolf.
Faelene would be horribly wrong. Loping through the meadow met with thistle after thistle she would see an equine use his magic against the girl's guardians before attacking her himself. She would not think she would charge for the miserable bastard from behind with her horn tipped, aiming to force it into his haunches while ramming her chest above his hocks.
