Alina

The stranger didn’t need to wait for long to be answered. Her voice had been heard by a young, new member of the Throat herd. A soft, welcoming whinny traveled across the red sand and not soon after a pegasus mare came trotting towards the visitor. It was a pale little dove who had acknowledged Scarter’s arrival. She was cremello with slender legs and a body bordering to skinny. Her back and shoulders looked quite weak and her downy wings almost seemed too big for her. She had a small childish face and two tiny ears that contributed to her innocent look. Her silky mane and tail rippled as an ocean of white as she moved and her emerald eyes glittered with glee. If she was beautiful or not was really a matter of personal opinion, but the dove herself never thought about her appearance. One could say that if the visitor was an expert on beauty the one who had answered her call was completely clueless.

To reach the stranger faster the girl fell into a round lope. A broad smile rested on her pink lips and her tiny ears pointed forwards - she almost looked like an excited child. As she closed in on the herdland border she slowed to a jog and finally stopped in front of the strange mare.

”It seems at least one dragon is awake.” the dove said with a soft giggle. ”My name is Alina Josephina. May I ask for yours?”

The girl inspected the dark mare before her. She was older and a little bit taller, also she didn’t smell like the horses of the Throat. Based on her scent and on what she had said Alina figured that she was from one of the other herds, but since the dove had yet to visit the other herdlands she had no idea to which herd the mare’s smell was connected. However she had only just recently arrived in Helovia and hadn’t really been introduced to all the rules of the herd so Alina would have probably invited anyone in - despite what herd they hailed from.

The ruthless sun didn’t affect the dove much, on the contrary she really enjoyed the heat and since she was born in a desert Dragon’s Throat was the perfect place for her. But she noticed that the dark mare seemed thirsty. ”You must have traveled far, Miss. Please, follow me and I will lead you to our lovely oasis.” She offered and gestured towards the way she had come.

Then she suddenly noticed the scars on the dark mares shoulder. The girl cocked her head to the side and a storm of questions bubbled up inside her. But she didn’t want to be rude so she kept the questions to herself (for the moment) and said gleefully: ”Come on! It is not far, Miss.” Then she threw her head to the side and started jogging back towards the center of her new home where the calm, fresh waters of the oasis lay waiting for thirsty travelers.


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