She decided today was a fine day to wander throughout the Thresh, maybe find a lost soul, a new friend, or possibly a prickly being... Some sort of anger would linger within them maybe... Possibly a sort of entertainment for the lady. The one who watches and waits. The one who lingers and absorbs everything she hears, storing it into an invisible safe, a file she often adds to, re-opens, and then sets it aside for later reference.
Thick curls cascade over the base of her glass horn, the artificial gift appearing naturally placed upon her brow,.the fact that the horn was fake is not apparent to those who have never met her, for it is perfectly shaped and placed to look as if it was real. The only way the base of the horn would be visible is if she flicked her dainty dished dome to an extent to where her whole forelock would fall behind her lobes. Her soft steps on dainty clefts and long pillars bring her across a gathering, visible through the tree line just to the right of her. Flicking her harks she quietly muses at the group, all of them horned, but none that she recognized. When she came to a halt, she absorbed the last of a pretty lady's words, asking the other, much more odd being, what they should call him. Her gaze fluttered to the bi -colored Stallion, the one the pretty fae must have refereed to when she said they. And soon, the golden brute speaks, his voice echoing through the shadows and catching her harks, and attention. She had to hold a luagh from the way he responded, for she was already fond of his personality and way of speaking. She was sure to remember to not offer a place with the Falls to quickly. Maybe there was a benefit to lingering in the shadows. When silence befalls them, the filly picks her way through the coarse under growth gracefully, emerging on the other side of growth with a respectful nod. Taking a fee more steps, she bows her dome to each of them, a warm and welcoming smile upon her ivory maw.
"Sir, miss" She looked to those who seemed to know each other, the beautiful mare with two horns like a deer, then the mis-match brute. After the greeting to those she assumed where from Helovia, she turned to the one in which they had been speaking to. Golden, cream locks and brown eyes, two horns, much like Agrona's crowning his brow. She smiled wider."Welcome. "
She then gave a swift gaze about them all, almost at lost for what to say (if That's even possible for a filly that never shuts up). The ones that where horned carried scent of pine, cold... Snow. Was it wrong to assume them Basiners? Her hopes soared, for it would be such a pleasure if this fine pair reigned from the region of the pure. Pools flashing with hope for a moment, she forced her emotions down stomping upon them and shaming them for daring to show. She must keep the mask on. She must. She couldn't be jealous. She couldn't show her envy. She couldn't show her interest. It could only lead to more wondering why she acted so odd to the horned when she was horned also? Little do they know, the horn atop her dome is artificial, but that doesn't stop her from playing the part of the crowned, for it ran in her blood, the blood that was tainted by her mother's impurities. Fresh memories of Illynx flashed before her, but she had to force herself to concentrate on the situation before her.
"It's always a pleasure to meet the new souls that wander here. " She nodded, smiling lightly before continuing."T'was walking past when a herd the name of one I didn't recognize. Thranduil, such a unique, pleasant calling. " She looked to the Unicorns, now realizing that what she heard after the pale ladies words and before him, the newcomer, bellowing his name, must have been an offer into the Basin. So Yes, the Basin. Internally, she struggled, wondering if it would affect her if she offered her home to him. No. I mustn't compete. He is a fine Unicorn. He belongs in the Basin. "Senora Abishia, from the Falls. " The nickname she had been given in her time with her dearest friend, Province, rolled off her tongue effortlessly. The words of their culture seemed to come naturally to the filly."But the Basin is a fine land. Filled with mighty beings. " She glanced to the other two, smile wide.
ABISHIA
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