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A grin pleasantly curved her lips by pure amusement. Yes, the creature she choose was exactly what she wanted, and she would not feel so heavy with guilt for using it in such a way. Perhaps the light lady thought a more noble animal would have wanted a noble purpose such as this. Faelene nodded her certainty. The honey badger had a few qualities she wished she had at times, Lace was proof that was not sough. Her faint silver eyes were a lit with wonder. The air came alive with whispers of more magic, strange twinge of zaps to her nerves, a rush to the beat of her heart, a breath to be hold when the work began. Closely she was captivated, pulled to how the crafter did her work. It made Faelene look much younger being drawn in the task, a familiar childish curiosity upon her face.
This was her armor. Pieces of light honey, the contrasting colors of black and white. It was both beautiful, and fierce. The mask is the grandest, and most special to the red maned. The crafter places a beautiful stone, after leaving a place for her horn, and lining it with it's sharp teeth. She could not have imagined it better. When it is placed upon her, she let out a heavy breath of surprise and delight by the cool touch, the way it conformed ot her body. She had rarely felt such happy emotions, especially all at once she was trying to take it in as true reality. Collecting herself, though she feels no need to in her presence or Lace's she succumbs to cry for joy. The mare kneels to the lady, solemnly bowing her head. Did she know the red maned had little words that could describe her gratitude and happiness? "I will," she says out loud and steady in her mind, in a tone full of her heart's emotion. Standing she meets the rich blue pools of the fellow lady and Unicorn with a single tear to her cheek.
Lace becomes the focus, but Faelene is not worried for his safety. Clearly, he was deserving of something as well to the lady. By the earth, and motion she has given him the marking of a black tree. Poor Lace had tried to dance from it, and Faelene had a soften look wondering what he was afraid of. Maybe, he had seen more dark magic than she. She was happy when he did not run away, but stood looking upon it. It was a beautiful thing, but he was in question for why it was placed.
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