I'll let you listen to my sweet, sweet lies.

The call had reached out to all in The Basin at first Arwen was worried, suspicious as too who called the foals and why. Yet her interest had been peaked and so after watching the light show over The Basin, Arwen turned and began to wonder over to where the voice hailed from, wishing wholeheartedly that Asch was here to protect her. Her hooves crunched over the snow, grumpily, yet the air of excitement that surrounded the golden filly could not be mistaken. It was always fun to catch a break from her mother's worrying eyes and harsher rules. No, this filly much preferred the company of the dead; their stories were full of wonder, adventure and freedom. That was something Arwen craved, the freedom to escape her mother's clutches and explore the world with her twin. After all the sickness she had been born with was almost completely gone and within a few months Arwen expected to be completely healthy. Except for what when on in her mind however...the youngling knew that she was completely messed up and could not be saved.

Wondering over the frozen ground soon she slid her golden gaze over the crystalline lake to where the group had gathered. Yet her eyes sought out only one being, the only one she would sit next to and listen to stories with was her twin. There she was, already gathered and making friends with the other foals of The Basin. The golden girl paused, a slight twinge of jealously rolled through her veins. Arwen knew it was stupid, Asch was her sister, her partner in crime...hers. Just as she belonged to Asch.

Huffing slightly and tossing her growing mane over her shoulder the filly approached the group and stopped beside her twin. "Aschy, I've been looking for you." Arwen's eyes travel over the group that her sister had joined before her. Her tone suggest nothing but adoration for her beautiful sister, but in her golden eyes the flame of jealously still dance. "Making friends?" The question was poised with pure innocence; this time the golden girl was actually curious if her tough sister had let down her guard long enough to be friendly with the others that had gathered.

Turing to the one who had called them to unite under the frozen morning sky Arwen rose her voice, her mother had taught her how to be the picture of perfection and elegance. "Mr Haruspex, it is a pleasure to meet your acquaintance." Dripping her crowned head in respect it was a moment before the young girl looked back up with a smile. "I hope the gods are treating you well?" Her slightly weary eyes traveled to the rushes that seemed rather welcoming and then the flowers that were giving off the fresh scent, next she studied the skull of the equine. Her thoughts were not quite right concerning the cradle that once was the feac of a being, she was curious as too if she could channel the dead spirit of the equine. Ask him or her what happened to cause their death.