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He looks like Beloved. That’s the first thing she thinks when she sees the pale boy come jumping and skidding through the Threshold. How does she know this, or see it? Because she’s loitering in the trees today, looking for someone interesting to talk to. She’s taken to spend almost as much time in raven form as she does in horse form. It suits her, this power to be either species. Raven is with her, as he always is, and they move from tree to tree trying to see who might be around.
It’s much easier to spy as a raven. No one pays any mind to the birds in the trees. They are just birds, after all. But it makes it easier for her to watch those that come. Some just don’t seem like the right fit, and maybe her guesses on that are wrong, but she doesn’t tend to approach those. But this boy is interesting. Pale like Beloved, eye marked like Beloved, body of a warrior, and some thing that just seems feisty and strong about him.
The boy trots off, and then she comes down from her perch in the trees, shifting back to a horse before setting off in the misty forest after him. Raven comes to perch on her back, enjoying the ride. She’s just in time to see some mud come flinging its way in the general direction of the pale stallion, though through the mist, she can’t really tell if it’s going to hit him or not.
“Hell of a way to invite someone to your home,” she says toward the bushes where the tiny little stallion is, though she says it plenty loud enough for the pale stallion to hear too. “I’m Weaver,” she offers for the pale stallion’s benefit, not caring super much about the prankster in the bushes. “From the Aurora Basin. You new around here?”
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