never take advice from someone who just admitted to being devious and just confessed to treason
Roland had barely crossed the threshold into Basin territory when something caught his eye, soaring through the air and towards the three of them, almost as if it had been waiting for their arrival. He flinched instinctively, prepared for an onslaught of
something, though he wasn't sure exactly what, but as the shape neared and became distinguishable against the background, it turned out only to be a white raven, as pale and sapped of colour as the snow that had blanketed the ground. It beat its wings in a gentle whisper, and rose up to perch atop one of the sentinels, turning its gaze upon them from above. There was little time allowed for Roland to question the bird's arrival when the sound of footsteps drew his gaze back to the path underfoot. So it became clear, he would not arrive unnoticed.
The mare that approached was a mottled gray, spiral horn twisting from her forehead, and as she drew nearer Roland realized that she was familiar to him, though only vaguely, from what now felt like another time. He remembered her as kind and good humored, surely possessing enough tact that she would not welcome them in with any great deal of fanfare. He didn't desire the attention, for once, and the journey from the Threshold to the borders of the Basin had left him feeling drained and exhausted- not to mention that he had been walking most of the previous night. His muscles were beginning to stiffen, the biting cold and frosty wind only making him all the more weary. It would be a relief to get out of the elements.
The Songbird called out to Tangere before Roland could. He suspected they must have known each other well, for the warmth exchanged between them. He stepped aside, removing himself from the center of the path and sinking his hooves into chilling snow, allowing room for them to congregate under the shadows of their metal guardians. "
It's nice to see you again," he said, bowing his head towards her with a grin. The miserable weather would do nothing to deter his manners.
While the two mares exchanged words, Roland lapsed into silence, feeling for once like he needed to shake the cobwebs off his usual demeanor, too used to dealing with empty silences, in the company of only shadows and sunlight as he made his way across one stretch of land and into the next. It had been a long time since he'd been
Roland, rather than a character, a charade, played to deceive and delude; but Lena had broken down those walls, and now had to take the time to find himself again, wherever he had gotten left behind.
@Lena
@Tangere
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