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The spotted mare was indeed panting heavily, but there was no hesitation as she returned Africa’s call with a prompt, friendly greeting. The one-winged grey nodded, completely agreeing, and likening this high altitude paradise (the stew of bodies gathering together anyway), to the underground Sanctuary where Helovia’s population had last congregated. This bright, cheery place was far lovelier, and she had not the same wariness flanking her choppy stride.

"I’ve no idea!" her gentle voice exclaimed, pastel eyes turning on cue to further assess the wonder surrounding. "It's amazing, and so strange..." The smile pulling tight her dark, velvet grey lips only broadened as her wandering attention found the chestnut and ivory painted mare again. She responded with her own introduction, and Africa was touched by the apparent mildness of her nature. So many roaming the country these days were twisted, arrogant and difficult to get along with- the Starry-Eyed seemed to be a magnet for that sort. "You too," she beamed.

Rei’s personality was effervescent and entirely endearing; contagiously so, and as she shared with them her up-beat opinion of the Sky Island, Africa could not help but be swept up by the mood. She was an impressionable soul, keen to find the best in the world, and with company like that which she had found now, such a frightfully overwhelming concept became much simpler; almost near enough for her to grasp.

Petals borne upon the mild breeze danced down towards them, released by the trees who had new buds to nurture in their place. Thoughtful eyes watched them come curiously, her intelligent mind always triggered by the marvels of the natural world. The speckled mare shook one away which had settled on the bridge of her nose, and laughed. The dappled chuckled quietly; disappointed that she’d not been chosen to carry one as well. Moved by her new friends, and taken aback by the land that had brought them together, Africa’s lips wandered down to delicately pluck from the fresh grass three of the blossoms that had not broken apart. They will be perfect.. she thought, and Silas purred gently at the motivation turning through her mind. Carefully she opened the small satchel by her elbow (it had been returned by Sikeax after bearing gifts for World’s Edge), and dropped the flowers inside.

All the while her desert sister had been chatting merrily, and as the Starry-Eyed’s focus returned, Nasreen began to speak; she wanted to explore as well. The same enthusiasm swelled through Africa’s demure core, and she agreed heartily, "Alright! Let’s go." Since being installed as the Dragon’s Throat Sultana, she’d developed a small sense of leadership- an even smaller amount of confidence, but she was glad to be able to just tag behind for once. Relax, leave behind the troubles of her reign.

Africa