| Aurora Basin Phantom atk: 7.5 | def: 10 | dam: 2.5 |
| Stallion :: Unicorn :: 16 hh :: 8 yrs HP: 60.0 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Uneasiness settled in the pit of Roland's stomach as he followed at the heels of the newly crowned Thieves. It had been so long since he'd lived amongst a herd, known what it felt like to operate as one component in a machine, a part of a community. He could only guess at what had changed within the Basin, and how quickly he might pick up their new customs, how soon he could fall into step with their practiced rhythm and familiarize himself with any new conventions they had adopted in his absence.
They approached the towering structure of a tent, conspicuous against the backdrop of earthen hues and snow capped mountains. A blue cloth swept over its foundations, shielding whatever it held within from the prying eyes of outsiders. Roland ducked into the shadows within, welcomed immediately by a sensation he could not put a name to. It felt calming, shielding, as if everything beyond the fabric walls had been shut out, or perhaps, that everything inside was sheltered, kept safe and secret.
Rikyn's voice cut through his speculation, drawing the Phantom's gaze to the front. He hardly recognized the dark stallion that stood before them. Gone were the gangly legs and youthful energy of a colt, replaced by a sturdy frame and confident posture. He seemed to have fallen into his new role with surety and ease. It was surprising, to see him all grown up and standing before them. Last Roland had heard, the boy and his mother had vanished from their lands. He couldn't be sure if the stallion would recognize him in return. It had been many years.
Whatever had transpired in his past, Rikyn seemed to carry no remnants along with him. Roland had to suppress a smirk of amusement at the Thief's introduction, establishing what seemed to be a no-nonsense sort of rule. He spoke sense, no matter how firmly it might have been worded, and it was comforting to see he already held a solid grasp on his duties, to witness him lay the groundwork for their future, and Roland felt heartened at the prospect of what might lie ahead. The chance to sink himself back into a once familiar practice could not come soon enough.
With a last demand, Rikyn handed the helm to his counterpart. The pale mare that stood at his side was unfamiliar to Roland, another new face he had yet to become acquainted with, but that was not the only thing of note about her that inspired intrigue. A pair of ashen wings were folded at her sides, a feature he had never before witnessed, displayed so freely, within the Basin. Had they changed their ways since he had last lived among them? It would be a refreshing development, to see all welcomed and regarded as equal under their new leadership.
Imogen addressed them with an icy counter to Rikyn's fire, adding little to his speech. By the way she spoke, it seemed she had not been with them for long, and was not as benign as her delicate appearance suggested. The mare's gaze swept across them all as she concluded her brief introduction, eyes piercing, scrutinizing, and the Phantom studied her in return. He knew he had neglected his own duties as a Thief before his sudden departure, and could only hope the two of them would uphold their duties more effectively than he had.
Push your luck if it makes you a promise
that turns con men honest.
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