Having the games going on around them had been a little unsettling with all the new faces randomly showing up at all times of the day. It was hard enough to get to know the members of the Edge nevermind the seemingly growing population of every stud, mare and foal Helovia seemed to host. Choosing to stick to the shadows and stay away from the largest gatherings the pale mare had managed to come out in one piece. In a way she had hoped by opening the borders to all residents there would be a few familiar faces she would recognize. Would Note choose to return? Would Torleik show himself here? In all honesty even if Aeolus's father chose to show his face what would she even say to him after all this time? Well other than a few choice remarks of course and perhaps a singeing or two or three... Yes she could see herself roasting his ass back to wherever he had been hiding out this last year. The thoughts of her revenge brought a dainty smile to her lips as her mind replayed the scene many times to her amusement.

Meandering through the trees a strange figure appears to her through the undergrowth sparking her curiosity. This was not someone she had ever met before but if she had to guess he would be from the Throat. His coat smelled of the dry dusty place and the roughness of his hooves gave her a pretty decent idea that the conditions were just as dry as she had pictured. A dustbowl was not exactly her first choice of a homeland but hey it was whatever floated your boat. In this case though the boat would be more of a wreckage instead of an actual liner that could withstand the water she imagined with a humored chuckle. The chestnut stallion was certainly an odd creature with the dual horns upon his face and the lion like tail sweeping out behind him. Compared to herself he was quite interesting but then again plain white was just boring if you compared it to the whole array of colours out there.

Stepping forward from her place of hiding she beckoned to the stallion in greeting with a slight bob of her head. Kahlua had mentioned to them about various winners crossing onto their land over the next couple days to claim their prizes. While many of the other crafters had much more experience wielding their magic to do their deeds she figured that she needed to start somewhere. The small trinket she had made earlier had been fascinating and she longed to see what else she might be able to create if given the ideas. Was this stallion in search of collecting his winnings? " Hello." She greeted gently raising her icy orbs to his for a moment. "Can I help you find something?"

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