When Steps Become Miles [OPEN]

When Steps Become Miles [OPEN]

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09-22-2013, 10:13 AM

"Helovia," she quietly repeated the word that the painted maiden standing before her, who was so gentle and welcoming, spoke of. It had a ring to it; Helovia. Warm amber eyes peered around her as if she was trying to gaze beyond the woods, trying to see beyond the acres of trees before her and into the rest of the land. Two other words spoken by the paint filly also rung in her ears. Prosperous. Many Opportunities. Music to her ears. She was definitely intrigued.

Her eyes met the polite maiden's once more. "So I suppose these woods don't last forever then?" Zulu chuckled lightly to herself. The anxiety and fear that struck her bones just minutes ago was lifted. Now deep curiosity surged through her mind. She was always eager for new opportunities. Could this new land, Helovia, provide that for her?

"And these Outcasts you speak of... are you one of them? With whom do you call home?" Outcast. The word had an almost negative connotation to it. One who does not belong. But this painted maiden had seemingly nothing negative about her. Her air was warm and welcoming. She looked young, but she spoke with assuring wisdom. And if what she spoke of was true, that the Outcasts formed bands that were small and close in comparison to the four major herds, Zulu was more than interested.

A sound caught her attention. Ears swung sidewards to meet the sound, trying to analyze what had made it. Had she been alone, should would be been more startled. But with company, albeit one who she had only just met, Zulu's young confidence had returned. The mare turned to face the origin of the sound and without hesitation, another unicorn emerged.

Zulu bowed her crown in a slight nod, politely accepting the other mare's introduction. "M' name's Zulu, miss," she took in what this new mare, tall and pale with striking crimson markings, was telling her. "The Foothills? Is that one of the major herds here in Helovia?" Zulu wouldn't have admitted it out loud, but the painted mare's mention of "Outcasts" and small, close bands had already grabbed her attention.

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