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12-01-2013, 06:39 PM
The grass was lush and delicious, and the mare happily chomped away without a care in the world. She was used to the arid, harsh conditions of the savannah and so such an abundance of fresh grass was like Christmas come early for her. It wasn't long before she lifted her head with a mouthful of green shoots, just in time to see a dappled form trotting towards her. Her ears pivoted curiously atop her head, listening to his hoofbeats as he got closer and closer. He politely stopped a short distance away and nickered to her, a sound the mare politely returned - he left the choice to her whether to approach, and like the social butterfly she was, she did. His horn encouraged her; she had no issue with other species, but knew that they often had a problem with her. She was always far less wary around other unicorns, knowing that they were less likely to randomly attack her. As she approached she noticed the silvery markings on his body, and oggled at them for a moment before realising she was likely being rather rude. "Hello there, mister," she greeted with a small dip of her skull. "Odd place this, isn't it?" She gestured round at the field - it was certainly strange to have such a ripe, alive plain of grass at the top of a mountain, where the air was thinner. Nyx was rapidly coming to realise that Helovia was a hotbed of magical activity, and wondered if perhaps this was an example of it. "I'm Nyx, of the World's Edge," she said by way of introduction. |
