I’ll taste the devil's tears
The scarred Glazier was oh so close to being late to the meeting. She heard the call, but she was so far focused on practicing the magic that coursed through her – trying to master it, even if that wasn’t a possibility, the scarred mare was going to at least try it – to immediately leave at Tembovu’s call. But when she had finally broke her concentration, the glass pieces had shattered. She was frustrated at this, at the distraction that caused something she spent so long working over to completely break into shards of even more glass littered upon the ground. So her heavy feet dripped in blood carried the mare across the Edge to where the call had come from.
Many had gathered, a few with familiar faces. Elsa, Tembovu, Tilney with Arah, Ultima that she most recently met. She scanned the area from her place in the shadows and noticed the spotted stallion who had once been her Queen. Now she didn’t have to hide, and she only hoped he wouldn’t mind her quiet company. So she trudged along the sides of the gathering to find a spot beside Mauja. She dipped her head to her King and Queen with a curiosity of what this meeting was called about before letting her glassy gaze drift across to Mauja with a soft smile creasing the scars on her ashen lips. She nodded to him a silent hello before looking straight ahead and paying attention to the shift in the emotions of this meeting as opposed to the last. She looked over further, then, to the ebony and crimson stallion on the other side of Mauja and she offered him a small smile as well if he happened to look over and see.
"Talk."
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Drink from his soul— but i'll never give up you. Glasgow
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Omg its horrible but anyway, Glas stands somewhat close to Mauja and nods in hello to him and Sacre as well as Tembovu and Elsa.
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Big Ideas Have Small Beginnings [Herd Meeting]
