Alina

She had only just finished her thought as an unfamiliar voice demanded her attention. ”Hey, YOU!” The dove flinched and swiftly turned her pale head in the direction of the sound. Startled she gazed over the cracked clay. Her face was showing alarm and her smile had faded. But as her emerald eyes fell upon a horse and a dog she relaxed and her smile returned to her pink lips. However, as she watched the buckskin stallion approach, she noticed that something was off about his appearance; something seemed to be missing. As he came closer Alina realized that he didn’t have wings on his back and nor did he have a horn sprouting from his forehead. The dove was puzzled. How could he be alive?!

In Alina’s birth country there were only pegasi and unicorns. Even the amount of different breeds was limited. The pegicorn gene pool was also restricted and in the case of two pegicorns mating the risk of the offspring being a “lethal stark” was very high. A lethal stark was born without wings or horns and it never lived past its first week - never.

For a moment Alina just stared in disbelief at the buttermilk stud, then she decided that he could not be a lethal stark - it was simply not possible. So there must be another reason for his lack of attributes. She could not detect any stumps of former wings on his shoulders; which meant that he must be a unicorn who somehow had lost his horn.
You poor man. the dove thought with compassion. She quickly jumped to the conclusion that his almost aggressive demeanor came from being made a laughing stock by his herd. She decided to treat him with great respect and maybe he would relax and soften up a bit. It can’t be easy losing such a important part of one’s body.

She smiled gleefully at the sturdy stallion as he came to a stop before her. ”Where are we?”

”I am sorry, sir, I do not know the name of this particular part of Helovia.” Alina offered and nodded. Her small ears pointed towards the light buckskin, but as she noticed something moving beside his hooves she remembered the dog and switched her attention to the shaggy animal. It looked tired and thirsty, as did the stallion, and Alina wished that the Throat had been closer so that she could offer them both a drink.

”What a nice looking dog you have there, sir!” she smiled and bowed her head in case it wanted to greet her. She was still a little bit unaccustomed to the amount of pets in Helovia, and what surprised her even more was that the companions seem to be able to communicate with their owners.

”I am Alina Josephina by the way. What may I call you, sir? And what is the name of your lovely companion?

[ooc: Not completely proofread so ignore any errors ;) Poor clueless Alina! Rico will eat her if she says something wrong haha]

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