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She has not been back long, but she feels the urge to integrate herself back into Edge life, and that means attending all meetings. She needs the gossip, after all, and as a budding warrior she knows she needs to keep her metaphorical finger on the pulse. Her limbs shift fluidly, hooves colliding with now-familiar ground as her white lion strolls beside her, poetry in motion as they move in conjunction with one another. Her breath comes steadily, a testament to stamina born of years of hard work, ebony tail flowing freely behind her as she approaches the crowd.
Because she comes from behind, from between the trees, she sees a shadowy figure lurking largely out of sight to the rest of the Edge residents; Mauja. How could she forget their conversations? She is rather fond of the spotted man, and quite surprised to see him here - he had struck her as a perennial outcast, a loner, not the sort to involve himself in herd life. "Fancy seeing you here," she whispers, voice intended for his ears only so as not to draw attention to him. If he's hiding back here, there must be a reason, and the storm queen does not wish to blow his cover. Shooting the brooding beast a cheeky smile, the mare carries on forwards. Dominus slows, twining between her ankles as the duo halt near the back of the crowd, listening as the three leaders speak. Judging by their words, Nyx has missed something big, something life-changing for a lot of Edge residents. Archibald's words are naturally of the most interest to her, and already the silver soldier plans to spar as much as possible. Fighting with other Helovians is different, more intense, than duelling with those not afflicted by magic and companions, and she feels like she is only truly tested when utilising all the supernatural abilities possible. She stands in silence, though, ears pivoting to detect the multitude of voices in the crowd. |
Other characters have permission to use magic/violence against Nyx at any time.
