A R A H

Devils appear white and heros dress in black.
What does that make me? Who does that make you?
The golden gaze sees all.

Looking through the bushes the does watches as the big brute's face twists in to a snarling, fierce expression of frustration. Ears pinned and teeth bared she does not need to speech to understand that he's fed up with the situation and not seem interested in listening to anyone else speak. The silver doe continues to watch, amused by his over reaction to the other mare's comment. With a huff she continued to watch the banter, curious when the stag suddenly appeared to calm, taking slow steps backwards. What had caused the sudden change in his attitude? Her golden orbs flicked to the young pink filly that stood within the chaos, barely catching the name if it weren't for Wynter's gentle prodding. Nero. Strong and vigorous, a name once worn by a tyrannical leader. The griffin perched in the tops of the nearby trees seems to find this information amusing, yet Arah could already seem similarities between the two. History always had lessons to teach, if only one listened to the quiet voices. More quietly than ever she watched through the brush, concerned for the youngling and indeed for the mare. If it came to a physical confrontation, the doe doubted the mare would be able to hold her own against the the brute, intellectually, however, remained to be seen. Arah certainly did not feel much concern about being in such close proximity to the brute, only caution and indeed even a certain amount of curiosity.

He is poised to attack the mare, Arah frowns as she continues to watch wondering if she should perhaps intervene, if not for the mare's sake then at least for the little one. When he worked his words and pledged himself to the foal's safety she finally revealed herself, stepping delicately through the bushes. Shaking the snow from her coat Arah looked to the brute, mare and foal with a soft smile for each. There had been no need for name calling in her opinion. To Arah the mare was not a vixen, her tongue was sweet and her face even more so. Young. She looked no older than four years of age, perhaps even younger. Naive but better than brazen as the brute is. Sighing softly she looked away from the two adults and at the filly. The true picture of young innocence, once as she had been herself. It was beside the youngster that she positioned herself, although it was not a protective stance yet. Instead she cast an eye over the pink hued filly to make sure she was okay. "Hi na- ú- foeir." She sighed, looking over to the stag once again, then her golden orbs included the youngster and the winged mare within her words. Hopefully her calm words would have a soothing effect on the rising tempers. "I am sure the lady only meant to welcome you to Helovia." Arah glanced towards the pink hued filly with a smile before returning her gaze back to the stag.

The woman did not seem to be a threat in anyway to the filly. In fact the only threatening presence here was the brute Nero. "All newcomers to Helovia pass through here." For a moment Arah's memories trickled through the tree tops, the first day she herself had wondered through these tree. So careful she'd been not to catch her antlers on the low hanging branches of this forest. How she'd been lead back to The Basin and her adventure in Helovia had begun. Or rather it began the day she'd entered through this forest. "Most appreciate a guide and an invitation to visit a herd." With a coy smile she turned her gaze towards Wynter who watched from above keeping her sharp gaze on Nero.