The midnight girl made her rounds. She traced the edge of the Aurora Basin, legs sinking into the quickly accumulating snow. Frostfall was upon them in every sense of the word, and with it came the harsh weather and bitter cold. She was happy to find a positive in most circumstances, and in this situation, ploughing her way through the drifts helped tone her; the resistance added another layer to her daily exercise regimen. On she went, burying all of her woes in her snowy wake. She had allowed many things to weigh on her mind as of late, and only recently had she begun to shake off her burdens to make room for her next load of baggage. Everything would work out in time, of that she was sure. But she wasn't known for her patience.

In the distance, a stallion spun from gold stood before the gaping entry of the Basin. Silver eyes caught his hazy silhouette, unable to make out any minute details of the incoming visitor. She did not bother looking to the Sentinals. They were nothing more than decrepit relics. At least they appeared foreboding enough to hesitant newcomers. She diverted her rounds, approaching the stranger briskly. As she grew closer and the details of the stranger grew clearer, familiarity turned to shock turned to defensiveness as she realized she recognized the stag. It was a distant memory, but one burned into her memory. Fear and uneasiness are funny things, and have a way of imprinting certain things into one's memory. She had stood beside this particular stranger once, briefly, at the shores of the Riptide Isles. He was one of them.

Though the fae had few reservations or fears, the disease that had come with the rifts was enough to unsettle her. She had been comfortable so far to know none of the disease had settled into the Basin, but it only took one newcomer with a dormant disease to destroy the entire herd. Especially with the recent influx of foals, the corporal would not allow everything to be destroyed carelessly.

As she cantered towards him, she felt the warm fizzle of magic blossom in her breast, and allowed the current to escape her as her front hooves hit the ground. The earth rattled weakly, but she was sure it was enough to catch the stranger off guard and capture his attention. "Stranger, walk no further." Her voice was stiff, threatening, daring him to take another step. She stopped before him, ears twisted back, eyes narrow and cold. Unsure how to initiate her interrogation, she spoke the obvious. "I recognize you. You're from the new lands."

The rifts. Other than some new scenery, nothing good had come from the strange lands. Disease. Vicious gods. Death and destruction and unknown forces. "Why do you come here? You best not bring petulance in your wake."

His name escaped her, and perhaps once her guard was settled she would concern herself with learning it. But between her fear of the unknown, her worry on what he may have brought to their threshold, and her responsibility as corporal to protect the herd, she would spare no pleasantries on him until he proved he was not a foe. "State your business, newcomer, and be brief. You best be here with only good intentions, lest I return you to your makers, whomever they may be."

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OOC// Excuse Ki'irha's bitchiness. She'll warm up! ;D I know their past thread died, but even in brief passing they met, so that's what I'm going with.
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