As it turned out, she didn't have time to say more, as the unicorn stallion, who titled himself Mauja, stepped into the open. He was tall and alluring; a white canvas splattered with dark spots. The man seemed to know what he was doing. Something about him gave Calista the feeling that it was not his first time around the block. She was surprised that he had shown up, to be honest. It was rather early in the day and she had not particularly expected a second offer. On the other hand, Calista was flattered that both horned equines wanted her to join them, for they both appeared to be noble creatures. Glancing back at Eden, who sounded so passionate about her home, Calista felt a sharp pang of apprehension. She knew the feeling, and missed it terribly. The woman did not know how she was going to choose between them. Either way she would not be able to stop herself from feeling guilty. She stepped a little more into the light as the Mauja approached, so that he might see what he was bargaining for.

There was something of about his words, something she couldn't quite put a hoof on, that made her feel more kindly towards him. For all that he appeared to be older than her, oozing with confidence, his behavior seemed of might and main. The stallion was unparalleled by any brute she'd seen before. She gave him a small, indulgent smile. She noted the two owls perched on Mauja's back. Never in Calista's life had she seen anything like them. Their speckled feathers were contrasting shades, one dark, and one light. Piercing yellow eyes bore into her pelt from the fowls' craniums. This was the first time she had seen such a great bird up close. How fascinating, the mare thought to herself.
 
Her icy eyes examined him closely for a second longer before she responded. “Mauja. It is a pleasure to meet you.” She dipped her dished face slightly as she spoke. “I did not cross these borders seeking a home, but the idea is growing on me. What does your World's Edge have to offer?” There was nothing in her words to hide the fervor she felt. At last her vocals got the better of her, filling with vibrant tones. Calista always struggled to appear cool and without a care in the world, but it was not her way. The kingdom she escaped was no longer what it once was. She'd changed, and by all reports, so had her homeland. Leaving her family had been difficult. It, they, had been her home for so long. But the time away had been what she needed. Hers was no longer a loving family, but instead a corrupt institute of madmen. She had, for the most part, come to terms with that fact. Calista was both glad and thankful, excited even, that for the opportunity to start anew here.

 
@Mauja
@Eden