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Ava
It was a mismatch of worlds, but then that’s the way it had been since she got here, so what difference did the child notice? None. The black and white mare whispered a thank you and it was taken as a normal enough response and the pearl noticed not how awkwardly it was taken or accepted. Instead she kept walking and talking, happy in her companion.
“Oh!” replied the pearl again at hearing that mare mention she’d been there before. “Wonderful! Do you know much about it? I haven’t met many there yet.” And wonderful it was, to hear that this person knew of her new home. She was however, ever the child of pearl and the subtle hints that something deeper lay beneath Alysanne’s cease living within the Falls never occurred to her. Perhaps it was a blessing the black and white mare had been found by one such as the girl. If she wanted one to ask all the unimportant questions, she found her.
At her name Adria’s curled eared head dips and smiles to receive the others name. “A pleasure Aly” The girl smiled. Aly, what a lovely name, yet the World’s Edge held even more interest for the sweet girl. She wondered if the world literally fell away. If it dropped and all the river and roots of earth simply climaxed into cliffs that spilt over into nothingness. She’d never believe it could do that….but then, so many things the girl would have never thought possible in the world that were here. She wondered if perhaps one day her new friend (for instantly that is what Aly was becoming) would host her. The idea she wouldn’t be welcome was a bit foreign…but the linger idea of knowing someone gave her an excuse to try and find it. ‘I’m looking for Aly of World’s Edge’ Oh it sounded so….ah like she knew what was going on, and what world this was. Her mind gripped onto that phrase with a preciousness.
Then the conversation moves on, and the girl is happy to let it do so. For once she wasn’t asking all the questions, and she found it joyous as well. Someone was taking interest in her, and though she was slightly vain, it was more for the longing of an old life that she relish the feeling. “I am, in a way…” She answered it so positive at first, but then her mind actually thought about it…and her voice dropped off. It had been a while since she’d first come here. And she’d done so little, it pressed uneasily with the child, so she dropped it and moved on, so used to the act that she did so without thought. “I believe you call it the Rift?” The girl’s voice was light, still unknowing that some did not take kindly to that name. Ever colored with pastels was her world…ever gentle and unhindered.
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"their speech goes here and this is the color
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