Never before had she seen the likes of her kind bonded to such a chimerically esteemed creature, a Phoenix: a near immortal aviary with plumage crafted from licking flames. It was a profoundly fascinating organism, and she found the mare lucky, though no envy sullied her captivation. She was content with her astral creations.
The essence of familiarity still roamed aimlessly through her cranium, the search for an explanation so far widely inauspicious. She inquired to know the celestial dame's identity, and as usual she volitionally appealed to the request. Likewise, she hoped to be enlightened on the moniker of the still rather strange maiden before her. Perhaps knowing her name would rationalize her intuitiveness, she resolved, but the other mare had arrived at the query first and therefore Cassiopeia complied willingly.
"Cassiopeia." It flowed from her charred kissers with the unmistakeable fluidity of brisk, pristine water; like wine poured deliberately from a decanter into a glass, the narrative of her femininity doused voice awaiting to be readily absorbed by the attentions of the shadowy mare before her. She had always been prideful of the substance of her name, though not in an audacious manner in any respect of the word. It harmonized with her existence flawlessly, for she was christened after the powers harbored within her; the blessing imparted onto her by the Goddess of the Moon herself upon her first, bleary introduction to the world.
She carried no distinct fragrance of any of the herd lands, causing the curiosity to arise within the roan mare as to her recency of entering this land. "Are you new to Helovia?" She necessitated courteously, not intending to pry. She had been generically familiar with the distinctive aroma of the Windtossed Foothills, and hadn't apprehended any such sense. The World's Edge occupied unicorns of pure blood, and by the appearance of her pyretic wings they wouldn't have allowed her entrance despite the protuberance upon her forehead which spoke clamorously of her unicorn strains - almost anyone could interpret that.
[ ooc ; Aww, thanks. :3 Cass would be glad to invite her. c; ]
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