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Bucephalus hadn’t yet returned, and though Nasreen had ample faith that the gold-spotted stallion would fly home in due time, she found herself missing the friend who had first brought her to the Throat. She was now secure enough in her place that she could venture forth for a day or so without the fear of going unrecognized upon her return. Should trouble arise, she knew that one of her new acquaintances would vouch for her, whether it was Ampere, who had been present at her arrival, or Ranjiri, whom she had met along the shores a few weeks prior. And of course, she thought happily, there was always Ilios, the dear little brother of hers who wasn’t so little anymore. It still warmed her heart that a friend from the past had settled on the desert island as well. Though she seemed to be making new ones every day, there was something to be said for having someone who knew where she came from. With these thoughts in tow, the girl had journeyed north to the Threshold, with the intention of intercepting Bucephalus upon his return to Helovia. She knew not where his herd duties had taken him, but the Threshold seemed to be the main gateway into the land, and she figured that it wouldn’t hurt to try there first. The journey was pleasant as well; now that Birdsong had arrived, the skies were pleasantly gusty, and she enjoyed the lively flying that the spring winds carried with them. With the breeze at her back, Nasreen made good time. It was only a short while before she was circling the tall trees of the Threshold, searching for a clearing in which to land. As her sparkling gray eyes scanned the forest, she noticed two small figures below—newcomers or travelers, she couldn’t tell. Neither looked like Bucephalus, but perhaps they had seen him. If one had a clue to his whereabouts, it could save her valuable time. Deciding to inquire after her friend, the mare banked left, then spiraled down into the embrace of the dark pines. “Hello,” she called out to the pair upon landing, ears tilted forward in a friendly fashion. “Could I trouble you two ladies for a moment? I’m looking for a friend who might have come this way! Maybe you’ve seen him? He’s dark, but gold-flecked—‘s got light hair and goes by Bucephalus? Oh, and I’m Nasreen, by the way,” the girl finished, tacking an introduction on to the end like a sheepish afterthought. Where had her manners been? OOC: Hope you don't mind Nasreen crashing! And welcome welcome to Helovia :D horse:Colourize-Stock.deviantart.com || bg: Dark-Wolfs-Stock.deviantart.com || wings: Chocomix-Stock.deviantart.com & Chunga-Stock.deviantart.com || image: impassioned-dreams.deviantart.com || table by wanda |
Please do not tag Nasreen except for in opening posts and in spars!
