The air was dry- but somehow, it felt maybe a tiny bit cooler here in the meadow. Or maybe, it was just her imagination. The grass was crunchy beneath her feet and even some of the flowers were wilted from the heat. There were other, better places to be than here- in a group meeting- with a stallion she'd never met and a timid mare. She sighed softly, attempting to hide it, as the stallion began to speak. Hé. What an interesting name. Yes, I thought you seemed familiar... Her tones trailed off at the sound of footsteps. Sweeping her head around slightly, she catches the scent of him before she sees him- along with noticing the unmistakable glow cast on the ground before him. Ashamin. Her heart beat flutters a little and instantly she feels scorned at herself. Her brow furrows. What is happening? She shakes herself, sending dusty particles flying into the air, as if metaphorically ridding herself of the idea. She allows her muzzle to brush his shoulder in subtle greeting.

She stands alert next to the painted stallion, her eyes floating around to catch site of the two stags that always followed him- sending a soft smile and a gentle nod in their direction. Ashamin speaks. Agreeing with her. And a bit of pride swells within her chest, causing her neck to arch proudly- if only a tiny bit. She listens as the spotted stallion who brought the mare in speaks, her eyes focused on him. ...I think she'll make a good addition to the band... Paradox breaks her gaze and eyes the young, timid mare. What kind of good addition? Paradox wonders rudely. She makes no outward appearance of her thoughts though. As if to solidify her ideas, the mare speaks....or tries to speak up. Stuttering. Bellisma. Well, her name fits her. Dainty and beautiful. Paradox can agree to that much. Come now, speak with confidence. The orange mare voices, almost motherly- sarcasm slowly draining from her tone. And instantly she wonders where in the world it came from. What was left of the hate from Magneto was slowly waning and allowing her to soften- if only a small bit.

The mare speaks again, thanking them for welcoming here. Paradox stifles a laugh, she's only just gotten here herself- but I suppose it was still her job to welcome as well. And now she speaks of duties- and momentarily the orange mare ponders in her head what this chestnut could be good for. She's clearly not a fighter and doesn't seem to have the balls to be a looter. She doesn't seem forward enough to be a seer. Ah. Yes, a healer. She might fit well into that section- helping others quietly. That seems to fit her, of course, it would in all be the mare's choice of where she chose to be. A soft chuckle parted her lips and words slipped before she could catch them. Well first, we must teach you to stand up for yourself a bit. Your confidence is quite lacking and that is not what we need here in the Unbound. She bit her lip immediately after. Her eyes flashing from Hé and Belle to Ashamin beside her. She momentarily regretted it, but spoke up quickly to cover herself. I mean that in the nicest possible way.....and I would be willing to help you with it. She spilled rather quickly. A sideways glance still caught on the paint beside her, hoping to not receive a reprimand.