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Ingrid had been exploring, quite frankly just minding her own business. The idea was that seeing other parts of Helovia would make her feel more at home. It did have her wanting to return to the Edge, so it worked in that regard. Then again, she wasn't sure that the goal was to make her feel like she wanted to run back to the Edge as fast as her hooves could carry her.
Having wandered through a large part of Helovia today, she'd seen some very weird shit, but this definitely took the cake. Over half a dozen horses were crowded around a giant fire geyser, in the middle of which there was some sort of large cat comprised entirely of flame. As she approached, she realized that not only did everyone else seem unafraid of it, they were just about chatting it up. She heard snippets: "What are you?" "Why are you here?" "Is there something you need?" I've got one: How do you like your horse meat? Is medium rare alright with you? Nevertheless, Ingrid continued her approach. She was careful to stand a few paces behind the others. She didn't know anyone here well enough to die for them, so it was just as well that they should be the first ones eaten. "So... Is there a reason we're not screaming in terror and running away from what I can only assume is the harbinger of the apocalypse?"
The restriction list is VERY long, so I'll just casually link to her Wishlist
