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Ophelia nodded solemnly. Her gift was like a double edged sword. When the dark mare started, so did Phi, her nostrils flaring and her ears swiveling on her skull. What was that? She stared at Rishima with question, blowing out her tension on one, large breath. The joy and the pain was easily perceptible on her sensitive face, and Phi smiled softly in return. "Did you enjoy most of your journeys?" she asked curiously.
When she spoke of a land with no sun, Ophelia could not help but feel her heart constrict. A land where her glorious god was over shadowed? Cast out and lost? What a terrible place, but in a certain way, it must have been beautiful. "That sounds lovely, but sad. Do you miss it there? Why did you leave?" she asked, deeply curious on her own.
She laughed, and Ophelia tilted her ears back curiously, dual colored eyes boring into her talking-mate. Rishima was strange, but Phi quickly decided that she liked her. "No, my parents live in the Foothills. My sister and I live in the Throat. My father is a warrior there, but at one time, my parents ruled the Tides of Isilme. I... I sorely miss it." Absently, the small filly tossed her crimson and white mane, staring into the darkness of the forest.
"Often I feel lost here. Do you feel the same way? Having traveled for so long?"
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