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In the time she waited, she had moved her hooves to stroll around the edges of the plateau, forging her gaze into the soft-colored landscapes in the faraway. Watched clouds hoovering silently with their natural motion as gloomy mountains split them without a care. It seemed all untouchable, yet, she knew from experience that within a day's walk she could be walking there, too. Then the flapping of wings fell into her ears and she turned her winged head to locate the source. Maren's eyes caught the golden sparkling gleam that the creature's equine body illuminated in the hazy sunlight as her dragon-like wings carried her down. With a graceful thud she joined her in the fluffy long grasses of the mountain plateau. Whoever this was, she did not look like a pegasus at all. Heh, such stereotypes her mind had broken in to, even after all those years; had the wrong impression all together. The tigermare wanted to ask what she was exactly, for her guesses were running astray and hid themselves somewhere she could not get a grasp on them enough to voice them out loud. So she was left both unknowing and knowing, for the scales that replaced a part of a soft coat could be anything.
"Good day", Maren answered her greeting, eyes silently scanning but corners of her lips moving up as the dragon-girl confirmed she was from the Throat. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Amaris." she said. "You seem an intriguing mare", for she couldn't help wonder what stories this creature hold in the embrace of her heritage. Then, to Maren's distracted surprise, a small, slender filly with contrasting markings came down from the clouds, too. Joining them and introducing herself as Isara. She seemed young, and Maren's unreliable motherly senses activated a little worry in her. The filly seemed a bit shy, though, which Maren did not mind at all, to be fair. It was, after all, many times better than the arrogant loudmouths and knew-it-all's that she shared her generation with, so the tigermare's smile did not faint - even slightly deepened. "I am the Sun's Disciple, Maren", she said with the tongue of an out-lander. A sigh left her lips. Splendid, got that out of the way, too. She wasn't that fond of these overrated formalities, after all. (And it didn't help that she simply forgot about them, half the time) Maren's wings spontaneously decided to flutter softly into the wind as her gaze turned in the same direction, ears being filled with its rush and a heart excitingly pitching it's voice. But a heart could not speak outside a body, so she took the responsibility to her pinkish grey lips. "Shall we take this walk now, then?" Totally aware of the two winged creatures she shared her patrol with. Would they, after all, really leave her grounded as they enjoyed their flight; all alone? For a moment her thoughts were replaced by only three dots; thinking and not thinking at the same time. Then, having found her conclusion, she shrugged inwards. Ahwel, for the answer was no; She did not really mind the lack of necessity. It would,after all, leave a window for her to sink down in thought if the two would indeed prefer to flap their mighty wings - And if the filly, Isara, decided to crash down, someone would have to be her pillow, yes?
So Maren's smile turned away from the wind once again, glancing at her companions with eyes that were already not seeing them anymore, but rather the grace of the vast mountains and the roaring of the winds. Then the rust-stained striped mare started walking as the wind did with her, wings enjoying their time slicing high-altitude air. After all, they rarely had that opportunity.
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[O] On the Dust of Heaven we Set Sail [Patrol]
