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Her children are strong and independent, diamonds shedding their earthen flecks and seeking illuminating sunshine from beneath the protective, shadowy reaches of her boughs. Though they worry her heart with their constant wandering, and though she worries for her son's stoicism and single-minded devotion, the Lady is aware that they will take care of each other out there in the wilds where she cannot reach them. Alice goes with them more often than not, even though she recalls her own feelings towards Stella's constant presence with fond amusement. She'd rather they despise her for Alice's hovering than encounter trouble alone and defenseless, far from where she could aid them bodily. Though her worry for them occupied a good deal of her thoughts, her duties could not simply be ignored. Especially when pacing around worrying did no real good to her herd or her errant children.
The glacial walls and arching mountains are familiar terrain to her as she traverses the well-packed earth of the border patrol route. Summer is scorching, and while the air coming off the mountain snow is refreshing with every gust, her Arabic blood sings joyously beneath the uncommon, persistent heat. Because of it she travels more often, enjoying the scenery and weather to its full potential. Though the light off the snow can be blinding, there's no better way to occupy her time on slow evenings.
Perhaps today will not be so slow, however. A resounding, distinctly feminine call rouses her ears and hurries her steps down the pathway towards the crumbling sentinels. Glimmering snow and sunshine locks sway behind her as she descends towards the borders where the pair wait patiently, a welcoming smile serene and majestic on her face as she assumes the role of Lady.
The pale icy woman is a familiar stranger, one she has not become acquainted with but whom she knows belongs in her flock nonetheless. The stallion however is new, scent still tinged with the wilds and solitary living. He is red like a comet, and he reminds her fiercely of her father's ruby skin, the one who granted her the subdued shades of red that have transformed into rosen with the warmer weather. But she does not let that cause her pause, eyes flicking across the stallion in silent assessment before turning her gaze back to his escort.
"Welcome home," she smiles, all grace and poise as she cocks one hip smoothly on the decline. Alternately colored orbs swing over to the stallion once more. "And welcome to the Basin. My name is Hotaru, I am Lady of this region. How may I help you?" She pretty much knew what they were after, considering he was escorted by a Basin denizen, but you know the phrase about assumptions.
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