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Bringing up the end of the line of unicorns had been Xanthos. Never before had he seen the Edge, let alone lived there, so he did not feel the level of accomplishment and excitement that the others did. True, that anywhere was better than the Steppe, but it just wasn't the same.
When they made it to their destination, the grullo came to a stop and allowed his eyes to take it all in. The sight of the hot springs was a welcoming sight, and he knew it would serve them well once Frostfall hit again, or when one simply needed the relaxation it would provide. The God of the Spark had brought them here with the simple promise of making no alliances with other herds. It seemed an easy enough task, but at the same time, should they ever be attacked... Hopefully it wouldn't happen, at least not for a long time, lest some unfortunate souls experience the wrath of Psyche and Elizabeth like he had.
Spotting Faelene, Xanthos recalled immediately when their first meeting, and when she had stepped in to stand up against their new Queen. He admired her greatly for her courage to do such a thing, and picking his head up, the grullo decided to trail after her, hoping she wouldn't mind his company. The hot springs were calling his name, but they would have to wait. "It is, is it not?" He replied to her earlier comment, "And to think, it's all ours."
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Welcome Home [ex-edge/plague] (CLOSED)
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