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Being absorbed in one owns thoughts often led to lack of awareness to the real world. It wasn't until a flash of white caught her attention that she noticed the white tiger. Her blood ran cold as it approached her. It hadn't attacked this Ciceron character - why? It was like with the dragons. Tamed? The fear of not understanding the situation made her anxiety surge even more. She glanced back and forth from Ciceron to the tiger. Kiara, right? Her posture drooped as she was keen to show submission to the mighty predator. While he stated she was harmless she imagined the tiger's teeth easily ripping apart her skin. Yeah.. Better safe than sorry.

"Hello Kiara.." Was that the appropriate thing to say? Could the tiger understand her? Of course she probably could - what was she thinking? Equines weren't the only intelligent animals. She wanted to ask why all of these normally feral creatures were so docile but she didn't wish to insult those that could easily kill her. Evaneska's actions did nothing to relax the undeniable tension that condensed the air.

"Perhaps.." she murmured albeit mostly to herself. Was this place really untouched by corruption? Didn't its dark grasp greedily reach for something to turn into a puppet. Like a leader of a herd, corrupted by power. Not only that but she had to wonder how many survivors weren't left scarred by the Rift. There was no telling what their mindset was. Hell, Evaneska could hardly process what her own mindset was let alone some strangers. "Whether we were brought her by accident or for a purpose has yet to be determined. For all I know we are unwanted visitors in these rich lands."

Come home? With them? Her eyes grew wide as these words entered her ears. As if they were scrambled or spoken in a foreign language her brain spent a long time mulling them over. How could someone who barely know her ask such a question. Was it a trap? The mare remained cautious with a hint of suspicion bubbling in her chest. However this didn't stop her curiosity. "What are these Falls you speak of?"

Evaneska pondered to herself. Being alone for so long had left a toll. Now she enjoyed being alone yet always felt lonely. A confusing contradiction. A safe asylum sounded nice but how could she be sure she was able to trust this stallion with his smooth talking lips? "What is your homeland like?" Evaneska addressed both Destrier and Ciceron with this question. The more opinions the better.. even if they were probably biased.


@Ciceron @Destrier