The mare wondered slowly back to where she had first arrived in Helovia she assumed this was where all newcomers were welcomed to the land. Her tall antlers made it difficult for the purple and pink striped draft to move through the forest. smiling to herself she hummed a list of healing plants as she wondered searching for souls to meet. She loved to meet new people even if it was dangerous for a healer, sworn enemy of fighting, would enjoying getting to know strangers. She shrugged her shoulders the two leather bags on each shoulder squeaking softly. The pendants hanging from the thin golden chain jangled softly as she moved on through the thick trees.

The scent of a stallion and some strange creature wafted into her muzzle drawing her up short. Pausing the golden haired mare stared around with bright steel blue eyes. The draft mare pondered silently as she gazed around looking for the source of the smells. Her voice was warm, clear, but hesitant, "Hello?" Alija stood still antlered head up ears pricked curiously and swiveling to try and catch any sound of an answer. The mare would make a stunning sight standing bold as purple brass in the field her wavy golden locks, feathers included, waving slowly in the wind. The healer had no interest in her looks or really anyone's physical appearance. Yes she would enjoy looking at a handsome brawny stallion just as much as any mare, but to win her heart he would have to be a sweet and brave stallion. A flash of white drew her from the trance listening so intently had pulled her into. 'What in the world was that?' She stepped forward quickly, unbeknownst to her, she was close to stepping into a private meeting.

A voice no a name drew her ears and draft body forward curiosity drawing her attention. As she pushed through a few trees she came upon two horses, one silver with gold a spider's web marking on his face was being spoken to by a pretty young copper and golden mare. Her smile faded slightly as she gazed between the two, something wasn't quite right here, and she thought of retreating into the shadows, but she was frozen in place like a deer in the headlights. She couldn't just barge in on something like this without at least saying sorry. Her voice was soft, slightly shy, ""I.. I'm sorry."

"Speech." 'Wonderings'
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