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The way he asked his question in such a pointed and blatant way made her frown, sadness filling her heart. She sympathized with the being, as she had often felt the same emotion. Who would want a half-blooded wraith like herself? A creature with little instinct and a mind full of memories? Who would want to have to live with the thought that your friend or other could never forget, would never forget anything that they said and would always be right? The thought was depressing because Ophelia knew that she would not be able to live with herself; she had struggled for a year with the conundrum of her own life, isolated in the snowy mountains.
Now, she was reconciled to both herself and her state of permanent loneliness. She did not have her sister's fire, heart or spirit, nor her exotic beauty. Of the two daughters of Paladin the Valiant, Ktulu had most certainly emerged superior, but Phi was not jealous. She was proud of her sibling and resigned to a life burdened with the number of one. Though her heartache over Osiris was foolish and her interpretation of matters wildly fantasized, she understood the feeling of a heart crumbling to pieces. She could still recall that agonizing moment when she had seen Osiris on the beach; she could still feel the way her heart sank into her toes and cracked up the center.
She shook her head as if to dislodge the thoughts, and she smiled kindly, her eyes warm and welcoming. Ophelia was kind at her core, and perhaps far too much. The day when one would take advantage of her altruism was fast approaching, and she was blind to its coming. "My sister and I lead a small band called the Grey. We are an elite group of mercenaries, spies and healers who have bonded under the mantle of reality and balance. You are most welcome to join, but if you would prefer herd life, I can take you to any of the three." Phi was not selfish. Even with her tenuous relationship with Kri, she held no ill will against the herd or its inhabitants. "To the south is a predominately pegasus, though mixed herd ruled by a warrior, Kri. Northwest lies the Edge, run by Mirage. The group is open to all species as well and follows the Goddess of the Moon. Northeast is where the Foothills begin, and three leaders of each species rules currently."
Should she mention Mauja? She had not seen the stallion in ages. "If you are looking to live with your own kind, a group of outcast unicorns has formed in the northern tundras. I would be pleased to escort you anywhere." She offered this with a gentle smile, her expression soft and open.
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