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Myrrine wasted no time in going faster, trying to avoid the hybrid filly with a new competitiveness. Of course, this came to a screeching halt when she turned to find her newfound friend on the ground, a spark of flame engulfing her for a brief moment, before she was on her feet and looking at them with those big silver eyes. Turning heel, Myrrine was quick to come back, nearly tumbling over her own legs in the process to check on the girl. Her nose was instantly sniffing Aithniel for any burns, hazel eyes looking over every inch of her to attempt and search for the source of fire, only to find nothing. Caenan had the same intentions, and was nosing her gently in search of any injuries. Listening to Caenan briefly she nodded in agreement, chiming in as well,"Are you alright? You seemed to have gotten yourself rather messy. Come, let's clean up in the river then lay in the sun to dry!"

Hoping the two would agree, the filly was working her way back to the waters, stepping into it calmly and bringing her lips to the surface, before whipping it against her sides to coat her spotted coat. Her eyes were still on the two, and at Caenan's comment she giggled once again, playfully shaking her head,"You're too young to be tuckered out! Now let's get our friend cleaned up!" Looking the silver beauty up and down, she smiled, still slightly curious as to how the girl had managed to catch fire. Did she have magic that granted her the ability? Or was it just sheer coincidence. She had seen many interesting things so far in Helovia, and was always open to new things possibly happening. If anything, she would have admired Aithniel for having unique powers, for she was left only with her little wings. Yes, they were beautiful in their own way, but she still felt so plain compared to all of those in this land. Her mind went to Ilios, whose eyes were laced with brilliant teal, and his wings adorned the same color. A smile graced her maw at the thought of him, before the male's words graced her receptors once again.

Her eyes widened at his question, stepping back and sputtering, trying to find an answer. The look in his eyes suggested that he thought said colt was someone special to her, and this caused her face to grow hot. Shaking her head to try and clear her jumbled mind, she planted her hooves firmly in the water, looking at him almost defiantly as she responded, though not very fluidly,"H-He's just a fellow member of The Edge. N-Nothing more." Why did she feel like she was lying? As if a bitter fib had just rolled off her tongue and into the river, drifting off into wherever the water dropped off to. Suddenly she didn't like this train of talking, not that she did in the first place, and so with a toss of her head she looked to Aithniel, clearly changing the subject,"So Aithniel, where do you live? What do you do there?" Please, tell me all about it so Caenan can stop looking at me like that, is what she added in her mind, only taking one glance at him before returning it back to the silver lass, smile bright and eyes focused entirely on her, interested and welcoming.

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OOC: Myrrine ain't in the mood for Caenan's shit :P
TAG: @[Aithniel]
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