With gazelle like steps all the way here, she was not overly tired, nor was she hyper. When his pace slowed, and she had been close to him, she got hit with his long ebonite tail. The mountains soared to the sky. Snow painted the landscape. When her halted, she stopped next to him. His masculine frame towered over her femme frame. A content sigh reign over. For some odd reason this scenery seemed friendly. Although she despised her history, she wasn't ashamed of it. Anyways, she was here. The clean snow cleansing her hooves and hocks. Like a bullet, this place hit her to the core. She wanted to see more. It was foolish she wanted to see more, but it was new. It was different.

A warm smile crossed Descaro's face and she was flashed to reality. This world was a fantasy. Had she found what she wanted? A place where she fit? Descaro's voice cut her questions short. "Welcome to the Aurora Basin. I hope you will find a home here." So this was it. This was.. it. It was so pretty, but she saw few, and if even that. Her lavishing so commonly used smile washed her velveteen mahogany lips. "It's certainly a beautiful place." Lifting her delicate frame to the moonlit sky, the fresh breeze rolling in and out of her nostrils. Thy quivered as the air trembled out. Dropping her head back down, she looked around. Entranced by all that was here, she was excited. She wanted to capture this scenery, but how?

"And we must meet with who?" She could feel her eyebrow start to cock, but she stopped him. Eventually she'd understand everything. Her smile beamed. She was happy. Maybe she could even meet up with Descaro later and maybe just talk about how things were. She knew many stallions would rather slit their throats than talk with a mare. She would have to ramble at a relatively slow pace so she wouldn't be annoying to the large bay stud. Her thoughts flickered back to this moment. Numb, numb, numb... She would definitely have to get use to the numbing cold of the snow. Her antlers delicately crowned her brow making her yet another level of feminine. Her cranium was straight. She watched Descaro out of the corner of her eye. She was happy this stallion was around when he was. If Leyra had been the only one who came to pick her up, she may not have come. She would've missed out on.. this. Did Leyra understand that brutality wasn't the best tactic when recruiting. "Seldom would I ask this, but, did you have history with Leyra? She is obviously very fond of you." She had to ask. She so desperately wanted to know. She enjoyed knowing things and seemed as if she needed a lot of input. He was a handsome stallion though it had little impact. She was only fond of the beauty that lay inside. Yet, who couldn't he get tangled up with? If he wanted he could have child with every mare here.

"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."