The Heart Caves were a haunt Nephele often visited when she was not patrolling the Throat, not only for the heat the lava heated walls churned into the cavernous network in the deeps. Especially with Frostfall gripping the land, it was nice to steal what warmth there was still to be found, even if it was from the very essence of Helovia itself.

Others seemed to have a similar mind, and while the obsidian hued mare was often not the most social of creatures, found herself holding conversations with those she stumbled into when wandering the underground expanse. It seemed cold weather brought people together, and it was no different today. Odd coloured eyes had spied the bodies sinking into the caverns, but with an unusual fervor than usual, was there something happening? Letting out a soft snort, she pulled her large wings to her sides to gently glide towards the ground — landing with her hind feet first before her slate coloured fronts touched down as well.

Long strands of onyx and fire-orange trailed along the dusted ground as her war painted frame slinked, her curves punctuated with every step she took as she followed some of the faces she did not know towards the source of the commotion. Everyone had gathered, all on the account of an unusual looking avian sat upon a bottle of magic. Instantly, her ears pressed forward as she stepped through the crowd to get a better look at this custodian, no doubt charged with determining who was worthy of such a gift — and judging by some of the others who were present, some from her own herd but the majority were unfamiliar save for a scattered few she had spied at the Tiger Goddess battle — it was a stiff competition.

What were the requirements to sway the guardian to her favor? If she was worthy of course, no doubt he would want to test that thoroughly with the amount of equines, pegasus and unicorns that had showed up. Wings tucking against her sides all the more to make room for any more that decided to show up, she stayed moderately quiet. The heat and light of the caves kept her in jovial spirits (or as jovial as the amazonian could get in the middle of frostfall), with the soft oranges complimenting her dark pelt and glinting her piercing in a glowing light.

Questions had already been voiced, and the warrioress had little else to contribute unless the avian-creature decided to reveal what it wanted. Some questions were good, inquiring and innocent — then some crude comments from a bag of bones which smelled of the basin and cold. In any case, things were about to get interesting, that was something the mare could count on.


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WISHLIST

:: [ Magic: Fire x Wind | Summons a fiery vortex at her location. ]
:: [ Restrictions | Lasts 20-60 seconds. Extending outwards 10m. ]

no prior refusals