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08-19-2015, 07:34 PM
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It did not take long before the shuffle of emerging grass and the rustling of budding leaves brought the lost Chieftess some companionship. The first was an elegant mare, her coat of the starkest white that the traveler had ever seen. Long tresses dipped in crimson hues, and a single red eye to match her own, she was just barely taller. The confidence in the mare's steps exuded a life of importance, of which Ophyreia could very much relate to. She calmly announced herself as Ophelia (she could almost chuckle at the similarity to her own title), a muninn - an unknown word that she quickly equated to knowledge seeker. The rustic woman's ears pricked forward. With just one sentence, the alabaster visitor had completely caught her interest. Before she could respond, another mare approached the clearing. This one's steps were much more cautious. The golden woman was of the same physique as Ophelia, albeit slightly more dainty. If their species could blush, this woman would be a prime example of the physical phenomenon. Another introduction - this time, Jahzara. The mussel-adorned woman nodded to both of her visitors. Captivating crimson eyes gliding from Ophelia to Jahzara, her chocolate lips curled up in the beginnings of a smile. One confident and calm, the other hesitant and perhaps even shy. She'd like to think she was a perfect balance for the two. But the time for such musings would come later, now was the time for courtesy and socialization. "My name is Ophyreia," she said lightly, her tone making it clear that she thought their names were quite an amusing coincidence. She did not offer her moniker, preferring only trustworthy friends to use the shortened name. Maybe these two would be deserving, someday. "I can't help but notice... you both mentioned this 'World's Edge'? What an intriguing name. It must be a rather pleasant home, to demand the loyalty of the likes of you." A flash of gray in the trees above brought her gaze to rest upon a small dragon. She let out a small gasp of incredulity - what a beautiful realm with such interesting creatures. She felt a familiar tug in her chest as she tried (and failed, yet again) to transform into her feathery counterpart in an attempt to join the flighted dragon. Maybe she would discover her magic here, too. |
