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The silence of the forest vanished as a whinny was called into the sky. Aurelia's short ears twisted forwards as she glances up from the beautiful landscape in front of her to see a stallion. He is colored similarly to Nasreen, the mare Aurelia had met once in the threshold. He simply says hello, then answers her questions. The thought of this winged creature being a god slips across her mind, but when he says he has yet to convene with the Lord of Light, that thought leaves her mind. He tells her that there are rumors that this land is a creation of the gods, and Aurelia adopts that theory, it being one of the least scariest ones. After he speaks to me of the island, he introduces himself. "Nice to meet you Cera. I was recently the wise one of the World's Edge. And I have spoken to Africa about rejoining the Dragon's Throat." She giggles softly, remembering the insanity of the challenge and her position. "I'm Aurelia."
She drops her head to the grass, her muzzle mere inches from delectable blades of green grass. She breathes in deeply, her lungs expanding hide, making her seem fatter than she has become since returning to Helovia after a short break. Upon lifting her head back up to it's normal position, she speaks. "It's smells so fresh, untainted. It must be a creation of the gods themselves." I glance upward, seeing the clear blue sky. There isn't a cloud out today (except for the ones on the side of the island.)
"Cera, if you don't mind me asking... How an we be sure something horrible has not happened? What is this seemingly peaceful island is just the gods trying to cover up their mistakes?" Oh yes, this is question-Aurelia. She was like this once with Gaucho, but that stallion seemed so devout to his patron, that no matter what she said, he wouldn't dare question his gods. Is Cera similar to Gaucho in this respect?
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