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09-20-2016, 12:18 AM
I’d rather be your absinthe,
Than your cup of tea.
Than your cup of tea.
“We have friends and family scattered throughout Helovia;” the words captured the gilded mare’s attention. Her gaze landed softly on the ivory dove, her smile still glued to her lips as she mentally agreed. She too had many friends that lived outside of her herds borders, most notably being Tembovu of all sorts. She considered him family, but distant, and oh how she hoped he would be able to make it. He seemed genuine in saying that he’d inform the Edge, and she also began to wish that Tilney would show, and many others that she had met over her time in these lands.
Rexanna offered Sohalia a gentle nod. As she asked if they should bring anything, Rexanna’s eyes immediately darted toward Lena. The Thief admittedly hadn’t thought that far ahead – she hadn’t expected any herds to bring anything, but if they wanted to do so who was she to stop them? Though, before Lena could speak, movement distracted her once again. She lifted her ebony striped face toward the sky and spotted the electric zephyr as it spiraled down to his bonded, then continuing on the gently grasp the herbs they had brought in offering. The Thief had never seen a creature such as that, and oh was he beautiful. “How gorgeous.” She merely whispered to herself, but perhaps enough sound to it that the Transcended and the Songbird could hear her.
At least Lena had the sense to reply to the Dragon’s Throat artisan. Eagerly, Rexanna nodded to the mare in agreement to the bay unicorns words. “We should have everything covered. The only thing you need to bring is yourselves!” She offered a pearly grin of excitement. Perhaps her idea of a festival was going to work out. And if no one else showed, at least there would be wonderful company from the Throat. “It won’t be too cold, but I believe our crafters will have some cloth you can use if it does get chilly up there – especially if you’re used to this beautiful weather.” She spoke with honesty, but also knowledge of how the southern lands always seemed to caress those in comfort whereas the north seemed to chill its inhabitants to the bone.
"Talk."
Rexanna offered Sohalia a gentle nod. As she asked if they should bring anything, Rexanna’s eyes immediately darted toward Lena. The Thief admittedly hadn’t thought that far ahead – she hadn’t expected any herds to bring anything, but if they wanted to do so who was she to stop them? Though, before Lena could speak, movement distracted her once again. She lifted her ebony striped face toward the sky and spotted the electric zephyr as it spiraled down to his bonded, then continuing on the gently grasp the herbs they had brought in offering. The Thief had never seen a creature such as that, and oh was he beautiful. “How gorgeous.” She merely whispered to herself, but perhaps enough sound to it that the Transcended and the Songbird could hear her.
At least Lena had the sense to reply to the Dragon’s Throat artisan. Eagerly, Rexanna nodded to the mare in agreement to the bay unicorns words. “We should have everything covered. The only thing you need to bring is yourselves!” She offered a pearly grin of excitement. Perhaps her idea of a festival was going to work out. And if no one else showed, at least there would be wonderful company from the Throat. “It won’t be too cold, but I believe our crafters will have some cloth you can use if it does get chilly up there – especially if you’re used to this beautiful weather.” She spoke with honesty, but also knowledge of how the southern lands always seemed to caress those in comfort whereas the north seemed to chill its inhabitants to the bone.
"Talk."
rexanna
@Sohalia
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Permission given for moderate power play.
Feel free to use magic/force on Rexanna, without killing her.
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