"Tell Me Something Sweet To Get Me By"

Doing her best to ignore the chill of the winter air, a lovely palomino vixen pranced through the lands. With every step, it appeared as though the Arabian vixen was playing in the snow. Naturally, she missed the warmth of the fires that had been started in the Edge, but she felt it as a part of her duty to the herd to leave. Ever since the day she had first arrived to Helovia, the young mare's confidence and self-worth had risen. Jahzara not only had a home, but a new family, a rank of importance, and the desire to prove herself towards each and every one of them. With her new rank as Specter, she wanted to do her best to prove that she was perfectly capable of such a position. Though she was confident in herself, she was quite nervous about how the rest of the World's Edge viewed her. While it was not a protecter or General position, it was still a rank that she had to take seriously as it involved the protection of the entire herd.

To date, there was only so much she could do to protect the herd. Jahzara had performed some patrols on her own free time, but nothing had come up. That didn't stop her though, not with the darkness that had been around the lands of Helovia. It was of utmost importance to solve the murders, and with her team she was sure that they could put an end to them. But until then, she had to do her best for the herd. Which brought her to the Threshold once again. The last time she had come to these lands, she had brought home a warrior for the Edge, Meriwether. But it seemed that Meriwether had vanished, and the palomino feel guilty that she chose to welcome someone who would bail on the herd. So, she was following one of her illusions towards the Threshold in homes of finding more potential warriors.

In the Arabian's eyes, a purple pony bounced through the height of the snow, auds pinned back and glaring. While Jahzara pictured her best friend as struggling through the snow, bickering and muttering with a sassy attitude about how cold it was, no one else could possibly see the figment or the broken snow. To anyone else the snow beside the golden mare was as pristine as ever. 'Why are we heeeere, Jay? Can't we go home?' The pony whined to the Specter, and the mare merely shook her head and giggled. "Of course not, Lily. We must at least try to find newcomers!" And with the words barely escaping her lips, the shrill whinny of a filly caught her attention. As her ears perked up, a cheerful smile spread across her muzzle as she redirected her course towards the filly.

By the time she had broken through the trees and reached the filly, another being had already joined her. Tossing her forelock over her scarred, blind eye, the Arabian cross studied the pair. A twinge of envy hit her as she noted that each of them held wings. She didn't recognize the stallion, and if she had ever seen him before she would surely have remembered such a handsome stallion. Even her hallucination was impressed. Lily waltz forward towards the stallion, barely reaching his knees as she looked up at him with a cat-calling whistle. 'Hellooo, handsome!' "Lily!" The Arabian hissed under her breath, embarrassed of the pony's reaction. The illusion looked back at her best friend, frowning at being scolded. 'What?! Not like he can hear me anyways...' Jahzara merely rolled her eyes with a light shake of her head, the pony had a point, but it was still rude. Politely, she waited for the Pegasus stallion to finish his introductions before stepping forward. "Hello! I am Jahzara, of the World's Edge. A pleasure to meet both of you." With that, she dipped her head respectfully towards each of them before smiling at the filly to await a response. In the corner of her eye, Lily was rubbing up on Bucephalus's leg...'Oh, Lily...'




"Talking"
'Thoughts
'Hallucination speaking'

JAHZARA