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She approaches the crowd gathered at the territory's heart silently and respectfully. She is still new to this herd, and knows her place is not an outspoken one. Her lion tail trails behind her, dragging across the ice that Frostfall has marked this land with. She recognizes few among the crowd, but is happy to see Rhiannon, Talbot, and Lena, the bay mare who had brought her here at the start. She refrains from calling out, and settles instead for a smile cast their way. Her eyes alight, her spirit soars. This is her herd, and this is her home. The news of the war looming, then, sets her mind to reeling. A threat? But why? The Aurora Basin has done nothing but show her kindness, she can only imagine they'd be as gracious to others. But perhaps not all is as gentle and carefree as the filly hopes and believes. She can only hope no innocents will die. She grows quickly uncomfortable, and the easy smile once plastered upon her features fades quickly into a frown. Her voice fails to rise from quiet. Perhaps in this time of darkness, she might still have something to offer, even if it her kindness alone, but she will not speak of it now. She is hushed by timidity and fear, fear of the barbarism with which the Basin lady and speak. Surely all in defense, she tells herself as she rationalizes the talk of war. But she knows nothing of the Dragon's Throat or even The Grey. She has nothing but a blind faith and trust in her herdmates. But she must maintain it, she tells herself. She knows little, but she knows she would be a fool to let doubt be her queen today. And so she stands in silence to watch those around her yet out of earshot speak of death and dying to come. This is her herd, this is her home. — |
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