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06-02-2012, 11:42 AM
As the sun rose, so did the gold and ivory painted dove. She shook herself gently, hazel eyes looking over to her sleeping son mere yards away. He was growing fast, and looking more and more like his father. She couldn't help but smile. It was with that smile on her muzzle that she quietly moved off, heading for the Threshold. Solstice had decided that if Ata did arrive.. She would need to patrol the main entryway into Helovia. After all, it seemed to be the way that all Isilme residents had arrived... or well fled into. With a snort she shook the thought from her head. Isilme was no more, home to only the shades of the dead. Perhaps other residents made it out, and would find their way here. She would need to find them, and if they so decided show them the way back to the Foothills.
As she entered the Threshold, two unfamiler scents hit her nostils. She moved forward at an easy canter, only slowing down once they came into view. Ears pricked forward as the one spoke. Solstice waited and then spoke calmly Welcome, to Helovia. I am Solstice, Warrior of the Windtossed Foothills herd. She did not ask questions as the one who arrived before her had already stated the obvious and asked to without introducing herself. So instead Sols would wait...
As she entered the Threshold, two unfamiler scents hit her nostils. She moved forward at an easy canter, only slowing down once they came into view. Ears pricked forward as the one spoke. Solstice waited and then spoke calmly Welcome, to Helovia. I am Solstice, Warrior of the Windtossed Foothills herd. She did not ask questions as the one who arrived before her had already stated the obvious and asked to without introducing herself. So instead Sols would wait...
