Over the journey, Dacianna had learnt very little about Myrrine other than she was as kind as the rest of her new herd that she had met so far. She enjoyed the simple but comforting company as they had journeyed all the way to the Basin and was glad at least there was one other with her who might know a little more about Helovia than she did. The girl was marked in many dark spots and sported a pair of beautiful butterfly wings making Dacianna feel rather plain and, also, marvel at the amount of pegasi she had met. They were once a rarity in her life and now appeared quite common in her reality, but Dacianna never grew less envious of their flying gift whilst she meandered on the ground. Vain jealousy aside, they were being greeted and Dacianna roved her eyes over their receiver with interest.

Sialia, Corporal of the Aurora Basin.

She was dark with a white face and a horn, the same race as Dacianna, but her sides swelled with child and the roan found herself admiring the mare who did her job so dutifully, even amidst her pregnancy.  A mother’s strength was to be held in high regard and not to be dismissed. It was even better that she was a soldier, a Corporal at that, Dacianna was used to stallions being the only military members, but here was different. It made the diplomat feel a little more content with the world.

Myrrine was the one who started the proceedings, her sweet voice explaining the reason they were here, intruding as it were, though Dacianna thought visiting was a better term or perhaps it was better to be polite than correct. She trusted the younger girls judgement on matters that she might be ignorant to.

“Corporal” she greeted courteously, though not quite as sweet as Myrrine, but still refined. “Myrrine speaks the truth, we are scholars of the Edge and ask that you may allow us to study your God and your traditions,” she echoed her herd mates request. It seemed like a reasonable request, though Dacianna had no clue on relations between herds or if these Basiners might furiously covert the life they led in the cold north mountains. Though she was excited to be travelling and learning, Dacianna couldn’t deny the nervousness she felt in the face of these horses who were foreign to her.

“I’m Dacianna, thank you for greeting us” she introduced.

Golden eyes slid to the landscape behind Sialia and Daci wondered what the Aurora Basin looked like beyond what she could see. How did they weather the winter? Were there many places to shelter? The roan remembered living on a mountain quite well; the harsh environment had led to her rather sturdy looking appearance, so it came with no surprise that there were horses living up here and, perhaps, thriving.

“Maybe you have some among you who would like to know of our Goddess and traditions, in exchange for the knowledge we seek,” she elaborated more, bartering stories for stories with an offer to broaden the understanding between herds.

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@Sialia :D looking to trade some tales! Might be good for your wise ones if they want to share wisdoms P: