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01-19-2015, 11:07 PM
When the unicorn didn't answer Mhysa turned her attention tentatively toward the pretty pale mare, Rasta. Rasta explained everything in perfect detail and Mhysa breathed a sigh of relief, finally knowing where she was and how the land worked. "I do love the sound of this place." Mhysa said, trying not to sound as enamored as she was with the idea of finding a new home. She smiled "Thank you Rasta, it makes more sense now. And are all the herds at peace?" That was an important factor to take into consideration. The night sky flaunted an array of soft reds, pinks and purples. The moon hung in the sky, crescent and yellow, watching the world peacefully as its inhabitants began to think about sleeping. “So this is the time I have to decide where to go to?” she pondered aloud. She supposed everywhere sounded nice, but she had no idea where any of it was. Maybe it would be safer just to go home with Rasta, if Sikeax wouldn’t take her? All these thoughts swam around in her head as she stood, staring into space. The warm breeze turned pleasantly cool and smelled a little like water. Maybe it would rain tomorrow, or maybe there was a river nearby. Rasta’s eyes glinted, pearly in the dancing moonlight. Now Mhysa realized she was blind. She admired the amount of courage and skill it would require for Rasta to make the journey out here.
