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02-19-2016, 07:21 PM
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Iona flew a relatively easy patrol over the Edge. The wind was cold, which caused her to grind her teeth uncomfortably, but it wasn’t enough to drive her earthbound yet. Things had been relatively quiet in Helvoia, and in the Edge, of late. This was something she both appreciated and caused the inherently wary mare to grow anxious. When did quiet become too quiet? To be fair, she hadn’t timed her arrival all too well. Alysanne had never described Helovia as chaotic and Iona had stepped across the threshold amid battles between Gods and mortals, horses stepping from portals, and lands appearing where they hadn’t been before. Maybe Helovia was overdue for a dose of quiet. Even still, it made her uncomfortable to know that there was likely something brewing out there, be it more magical mayhem like she’d seen before or something from one of the rival herds. At the end of the day it didn’t matter. She wanted it kept out of the Edge and she wanted to know what it was before it threatened her family.
She huffed and change course sharply. She’d grown fond of this place and many of its inhabitants. There had been more new faces since Tembovu and Elsa had been crowned. This got the painted mare thinking. Perhaps there were more interested in spying than had been before. Perhaps it was prudent to have a meeting. Was she particularly thrilled at the prospect? No, not entirely. But duty calls. There was more to being a spy than pilfering shiny objects off unsuspecting strangers. She couldn’t keep tabs on all of Helovia on her own.
With her mind made up, the mare landed in the open space not so far off from the cliffs. She walked inland while calling out for those of the spy rank to join her – hoping to get out of the wind, somewhat. “Sleuths, don’t make me come find you!” she called, though the jest was clear it wasn’t evident in her tone. Deadpan humor was her particular specialty
And then she waited, casually resting a hind hoof as her inky black tail swished impatiently between her hocks.
She huffed and change course sharply. She’d grown fond of this place and many of its inhabitants. There had been more new faces since Tembovu and Elsa had been crowned. This got the painted mare thinking. Perhaps there were more interested in spying than had been before. Perhaps it was prudent to have a meeting. Was she particularly thrilled at the prospect? No, not entirely. But duty calls. There was more to being a spy than pilfering shiny objects off unsuspecting strangers. She couldn’t keep tabs on all of Helovia on her own.
With her mind made up, the mare landed in the open space not so far off from the cliffs. She walked inland while calling out for those of the spy rank to join her – hoping to get out of the wind, somewhat. “Sleuths, don’t make me come find you!” she called, though the jest was clear it wasn’t evident in her tone. Deadpan humor was her particular specialty
And then she waited, casually resting a hind hoof as her inky black tail swished impatiently between her hocks.
"The question isn't who's going to let me;
it's who's going to stop me."
it's who's going to stop me."
For all sneaks or anyone interested in spying!
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