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The sun was poised at the pinnacle of its journey; shedding a warm rich glow across the vastly exposed meadow. As autumn shrouded Helovia’s middle region in cool, crisp days, Africa found solace in the open, basking for hours in the soaking heat of the sunlight. Today was no different, and while the young horse relaxed into the cordiality of her conversation with Vy, her ears danced constantly, scanning the long swishing grass for the unexpected movement of an interloper. Despite the wariness clouding her mind, her eyes glistened earnestly, considerate and attuned as her company replied. “Yes, I'm from the Aurora Basin. It's north of here. Far north.”
North... the word nudged the still fresh bruise in her memory- She had become lost searching for the forest where fresh faces linger in hopes of finding placement and belonging; they were new to Helovia. The rushing wind, no matter how wonderful, had tempted the whisk of her wings too far, and she had stumbled through thick fog onto a field; high, where the air was thin and wickedly cold. Another had rattled up the mountain trail behind her, threatening her for a feather and possibly her life! Africa shuddered internally, though her facade did not betray the worry of her thoughts. Midas had come only in the nick of time, and strange clothing had wrapped itself around him... She remembered the collar which draped around the base of his throat; remembered how she had missed it when she had first laid eyes upon him, so long ago. Apparently it held great significance, though such magic still perplexed the simpleness of her mind, and she blinked through the mist obscuring her attention. Vigilantly, Africa maintained her composure, though she naturally imagined the Basin in question to be much like that stark, wretched field.
Vy’s gaze seemed intense, and Africa was ensnared those eyes' strangely, humbling beauty. They were glossed with sunlit magenta, mesmerising; or perhaps it was the lazy breeze which lulled her into a contented yawn. “I see...” She said quietly, switching her eyes between her friend’s- well hopefully. “Dragons Throat is virtually the opposite!” The grey contributed cheerfully, smiling, “Do you come here often? I would very much like to see you again sometime.” Africa wasn’t exactly rushing the conclusion of their meeting, but she fancied the horned mare’s company, and there were so few that she knew in Helovia as it were.
"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."
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