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Sometimes it all seemed like one long, bad dream she would wake up from. The sun would graze her eyelids, and summon her to rise. Or better Sielu's voice would reach her again, like the gentle wisp of a whisper it was. The sun never greeted her, and while she kept believing she heard the innocent lyrics asking her another question Faelene did not. None the less the mother of the lavender child tried to keep a steady facade, a strong smile, and give many embraces, gentle assurance she was here. Often at times singing songs silly songs to distract her child. Other moments she was guessing what might have been on her daughter's mind, but that often seemed to turn into a disaster. Faelene was not always sure the bob or shake of a head meant she was on the right track. After keeping such an unbreakable front, a strong attitude she had to escape. Briefly, when Sielu slept she meant to wander. She meant to try to collect her sanity, her strength. On this...well she assumed it was another day, she stretched out her stiff body, on the move again. Knowing nothing had changed, and it did not seem like it would soon.
The brightness from the lake that fed from the mirror guided her along the pines, to the edge of their welcome mat. Faelene could hear voices, and when they were at the front door it was not always a good sign. Eager to be of use, to have a distraction she carried herself in long, quick steps toward the arriving company. The darkness that ate up the edge of the Basin could not quite tell her who was there for a great while. Or if in fact she was only hearing the taunting wind. The need to know she continued, hiking slightly upward, thinking she had heard gentle laughter. Laughter that seemed so out of place. It made it easier for her to work her way to a given point. Even if it felt like more of the cruelness the Gods would leave behind. Up, and around the deep snow her dark legs cut. Eventually her tipped ears pulling in the exchange of words. The warmth, and understanding of Lena's voice seeming to break first across the cold. Only the "..you're ready," being for certain. While the red maned knew Lena was no delicate flower, she couldn't help the anxious pit that became her stomach. The voice of what she assumed was a stallion came in response. "A boy and his name gone." A confession? There was no reply from the gentle nurse. The faceless was telling her to wait. The blood in her limbs began to race, began to move her in a rapid pace.
This follower was saying something of not living with them, about killing them all. There was nothing young, nor innocent in that voice. It was a cutting vow, full of anger and hate. Just when Faelene was about to rise over the crest that would reveal her, the eased tone of Lena broke against the harshness again. If she was unshaken by any of what he had said, or by the looming darkness. So assuredly, the bay promised he was safe, that those he wished to kill were not here. Who couldn't believe her? Without thinking she would startle them, she made the final climb.
The tips of dark ears first, then brief waves of her dark crimson mane tinted white, and last her pair of silver eyes. They were quick to find Lena, making sure to go over every inch of her, because despite how it was wrapped in darkness here and there Faelene couldn't stifle the need. The Thief Saw nothing, smelled no blood, or fear. With her friend okay, her eyes were drawn to the permanent patch of snow that adorned her company's shoulder, cause she couldn't tell if he was blue or silver or a bit of both. She almost couldn't passed his horn that seemed made of special glass or gems of blue. Letting them take the sight of her in, she crept forward, seeing his crimson eyes that looked like they might burn. "She is right. No one is against you here, we look out for each other. Sticking with our kind despite how we are looked down by the rest...but even they know our strength, and for now they don't test it.""
faelene
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