ALIJA

The purple doe smiled silently basking in the love that was radiating around the three of them. She already felt welcome in this dry desert. Her lips were drawn up in a kind smile as she gazed past the couple towards her home, or so she hoped. There was still a chance the green cloaked leader would turn her away. A sliver of doubt tugged at her brain, maybe her odd pelt would not allow her to find a home in this land. Alija had no idea her potential leader was not as happy as she appeared, in fact the Africa seemed to be the happiest mare she had ever seen. She smiled along with Silk and Mistress Africa caught up in their joy just to be together. Maybe one day the mare would be so lucky to have such a devoted male in her life. She snorted inwardly doubting that would ever happen.

Steel orbs were drawn suddenly away from the land to rest on the strange bird flying down towards them. Starting she lifted her antlered head high white flashing around her eyes. It was the oddest thing she had ever seen, and it came to rest on Mistress Africa. The cloaked mare did not so much as bat an eye as it landed on her hid. Her stocky frame quivered unsure what to do. Her voice, which she tried to keep calm, fluttered from her purple lips, "I hate to be naive, but what kind of bird is that?" Blunt once again she waited muscles wound tight like a rubber band before being shot. Once the someone answered she relaxed once again

Her hopeful healer's sweet laugh drew her attention forward again. Dipping her head at the mare's humble response that was so strange for her. As her soft muzzle was extended towards her the doe extended her own satiny nose kindly accepting the friendly offer. Africa's scent was sweet as well as salty with the sweat this heat was bring on. Nostrils quivered for a moment as steel met gold. As they pulled about Alija followed the others her golden feather fluttering softly against the burning sand.

Africa's kind words wove through the air towards her pricked harks. Confusion flicked across her face at the mention of roost, 'What an odd word.' The mare had to fight to keep the look of disgust off her face, fairly certain she had succeeded, the doe forced a smile which quickly turned real. She could clearly see the mare's love, or at least desire, for the black leathery stallion and it lightened her heart. "Thank you Africa for allowing me to join your herd here in the Dragon's Throat." She dipped her head low the pendants clinking around softly.
"Speech 'Wonderings'
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OOC: @[Africa] @[Satanic Silk]

The soul is healed by being with children