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02-02-2014, 02:55 PM
There was glimmer of hope in the bleak world of Helovia now, and Arrane had his own little taste of it with Abishia and Hella. It was nice to loosen up and have some fun, to see the gleam of light at the end of the voided tunnel. Now, entering the forest, rays of sun beamed upon his ivory back, the taut man walking into the line of looming trees. Cyan orbs scanned the clearing, and instantaneously voices caught his attention, pricking up curious ears. Walking slowly, the are near him, a flock of birds burst out of the tree tops as he cautiously approaches. All feminine, one of them in particular sound very familiar, like Abishia. Youthful and innocent, ringing like a pure bell on a Sunday morning.
Trees part away to show the figures of two pegasus mares, and of course, Abishia! A kindred grin played upon a velvet maw, but now the anxiety and the thought of impending attacks of the wraiths kept him internally alert, prepared for anything. The two mares were unfamiliar, one of a pale creme color, and the other Miss being a bay Arabian, a dished maw such as his. Nodding his head in a gesture of respect, he stayed quiet to listen to the words of the light mare. It was true, for the very reason he had come was to swoop up any newcomer and usher them to the safety of the Sanctuary.
"Hello Abishia", smiling at his friend, he looked back at the other two women. "I agree. I'm Arrane, from the Foothills", acknowledging the introduction of Elsa, he kindly grinned at her. "We should get out of here as soon as we can", the taut warrior looked at the three of them, wanting to move out of here in a haste. Helovia wasn't safe anymore.
Trees part away to show the figures of two pegasus mares, and of course, Abishia! A kindred grin played upon a velvet maw, but now the anxiety and the thought of impending attacks of the wraiths kept him internally alert, prepared for anything. The two mares were unfamiliar, one of a pale creme color, and the other Miss being a bay Arabian, a dished maw such as his. Nodding his head in a gesture of respect, he stayed quiet to listen to the words of the light mare. It was true, for the very reason he had come was to swoop up any newcomer and usher them to the safety of the Sanctuary.
"Hello Abishia", smiling at his friend, he looked back at the other two women. "I agree. I'm Arrane, from the Foothills", acknowledging the introduction of Elsa, he kindly grinned at her. "We should get out of here as soon as we can", the taut warrior looked at the three of them, wanting to move out of here in a haste. Helovia wasn't safe anymore.
