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F a e l e n e
dream in black and white
Whatever she had saw slipped into the fog, but there were no cries of pain or screams of protest. The red maned dares to take another step closer, rather wanting to reach the field than stay here. If Faelene had wings she was convinced she would not feel any safer in this spot. Peering through the veil of white she is welcomed by a blue toned face that looks adorned with curled horns. There was something old and young to the visage, to the eyes that met her. It was anxiety that made him seem young, but the size of him that made her uncertain of his age.
Faelene wonders if he was more startled by her than she him. The young man finds his voice, and it was makes her think he is not an adult, but could be soon approaching that era. A nod she offers, trying to find better words. He seems torn to move forward, and she was about to ask if he really was alright. There is another guest that must catch his attention. Faelene not exactly wanting to invade his space, but prepare herself breaks out of the haze, standing beside him without smothering him. She had mind to slip by him, but the red maned didn't get far from him, she was taken by the sight as well. The filly was familiar to her eyes, while at the same time being entirely knew. Was she the same little thing that Faelene had peered by the side of a spotted Pegasus? By the coloring of the little lady, and that stance there was no mistake this was Phaedra's daughter. The mare wasn't sure what to think. They had not officially met, and she couldn't help wonder if she even knew her father. It wasn't the question to ask.
How amusing her company of youth today, and she would have laughed at fate's humor if she wasn't afraid of startling them. No, she delicately looked to the boy, and the girl. Briefly, she noticed he had a pair a wings upon him, and this made the softest lines appear above her eyes. The fact he is so quiet, so still made a gentle smile work on her lips while she titled her head to the lady. "Hello miss," she politely greets. If it gets more quiet she might start laughing. The male beside her captures her ears, and she ears his tune like a soft, lulling sound of nature itself. The mixture of the tune she notices the rocks at his large hooves are dancing. Amazed she has an unbelievable smile made by awe. "You have a few talents lad," she murmurs not to throw off the beautiful song or the boy's actions. The girl is also on the receiving end of Faelene's smile if to welcome her closer to see what the young stallion is doing.
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