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06-27-2013, 09:28 AM
It would seem she wouldn't wait long; the departing shuffle of various unicorns making their way to their various destinations was wide spread, but she detected a singular set of hooves making their way upon the dense earth in her general direction. Her dark pointed ears were alert, golden eyes glittering with a curiosity as to who would be arriving to her cave; the scents of the herd were so mingled through out the brisk winter air that she could not discern a singular scent of her visitor, but as she doubted an infiltrator had made it past the entire collective of the Basin, she stood proud and elegant within her damp, boulder strewn crevice in the rock. The sound of hooves drew to a halt just outside the veil of emerald moss, Illynx prying with her gaze to catch a brief glimpse of a blue-tinted pelt between the deep green of the vegetation. A soft smile lingered on her lips as she admired the never dying plant, always deep and thoughtful in its deep green, much like the conifers riddled throughout the forests surrounding their mountain abode, and in the winter it was encased in a thin veneer of ice that made it all the more attractive to the gilded corporal. A voice drifted through the lacquered curtain, youthful and mildly uncomfortable in the tone; perhaps she should have remained in the open air to invite others to speak with her, Illynx mused, previously having not thought of others being unwilling to barge into her sleeping place. "Ma'am? Um, I don't mean to burden you. May I ask a few questions?" She had invited them, but she did admire the politeness of this young mare, a black muzzle poking through some of the deeply green strands of Illynx's mossy curtain. "Ask away, darling," she said, her voice restrained but still making small echoes about her, "but do come in from the embrace of the wind." Illynx shifted nearer the wall, allowing for ample room for the mare to enter and become comfortable, the brindled mare smiling softly and holding herself in poise for the eyes that would soon fall upon her. |
