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Many things were changing in the world; important events were unfolding, even if what they represented was not truly understood by the young, easily confused mare. “...Try to travel in pairs...” Kri had directed, and while still an unwise child in many ways, Africa had already witnessed firsthand the seething hatred leaking from the north. She was careful now about the strangers she approached- lingering as she had on this occasion to observe, and choose on the err-of-caution.
There was a key element which Africa mostly looked for in the horses she pursued through the Threshold- wings. Whether leathery of feathered, the decorating of such a gift was the sign of trustworthiness that she sought. She knew well that such could not determine quality of character, instead however, that wings meant no affiliation to the Basin. A Pegasus could find no place between the conniving, racist folk of that land.
Perhaps deep down she sought to protect the unknowing newcomers to Helovia...
Looking with patient quietness between the two horses before her, Africa subconsciously disregarded the worth of Accalia- both potential for threat and suitability amongst her kin. She turned the focus of her attention blatantly, towards Manami who had nodded in initial response to Africa's arrival. "A pleasure Africa." The dapple grey mare’s expression lightened a little, refreshed that the previously terse nature of the duo’s conversation would not become an unavoidable tone, since Africa’s joining.
Allowing her eyes to sweep unpretentiously across the homeless mare’s form, Africa noted with restrained admiration that her coat, as black as a moonless night, shimmered almost gold beneath the radiating glow of sunlight. She smiled inwardly, appreciating her kind’s natural beauty.
"Might I inquire to ask what is Dragons Throat? I am new here as you may have guessed and would like to find a place that I might call home.” The last thought underlying Manami’s words had indeed occurred to Africa, and it was very well part of her reason for travelling so far north when constant danger lurked so unnervingly close by. She smiled genially, and nodded, still mostly closed to the horse who still lingered in their company. “The Throat...” (she condensed her homeland’s name fondly, for the sake of relieving awkward wordiness) “...Is the southern-most desert territory, and we are a sanctuary of sorts, for the respectable homeless- those who are looking for foundation and family and a place to nurture their ambitions.” Again, because it had been so ingrained into her very being, she recalled the words Midas had used so long ago- but this time Africa switched them a little, perhaps creating her own quote. Never the less, her explanation fostered the same meaning.
“Manami...” She continued carefully after a brief, thoughtful pause. She passed a kindly, yet dismissive glance towards Accalia. “You would be more than welcome to join my family, and call the Throat your home if you felt so inclined. ” There was nothing corny about her invitation, and the nature of the offer was comfortably serious; her expression convivial.
"Thinking. Speaking. Acting."
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