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Tilney
and oh, there is more to this life
Recruiting from the threshold had become one of Tilneys favorite things to do. It took him exploring for days; sometimes he would take long detours over unexplored parts of the meadow that separated the threshold form his homeland. Having rested overnight in the eastern outskirts of the thistle meadow, Tilney spent half the day getting lost and then getting back on track again in the deep forrest before finally reaching the threshold. Who will I meet today?
He began the dance. The careful trace between each tree, over the fallen logs and across the creeks and rivers. At least the water wasn't high; he preferred to not get his belly wet. Orangemoon must already be freezing the mountains water up again, only leaving just enough to run calmly through each brook.
Middays adventures took him back to one of his favorite spots in Helovia. It was a small cave he had made many memories in, the most recent being the time the entire grottos floor gave out from underneath him and he had to be rescued. Tilney could also recall waiting in here with two quirky individuals; they had waited not so patiently for a storm to pass.
It was outside the cave he heard voices though; a mares, a young mans and another does. Stepping from the grottos mouth Tilney turned his cranium to face the sounds beofre his marble clefts took to the moss. Striking in good time, he cantered softly between trees and over one or two fallen firs to reach them. Not one but two pegasi took their place among the threshold floor and one other unicorn; a colt. Stepping forwards form behind the trees, Tilney cheered his greeting "Salutations!"
It was quite remarkable how much the dark pegasi resembled the small colt; he would assume they were related, but he could be wrong. The opposite fae on the other hand was the most intriguing colour. Dusted in gold much like his friend Rexanna, only her underlying coat was dark and hazel. Her golden eyes were quite enchanting, her wings ntohing short of magnificent. "My ladys, how do you do?" tilney bowed his crown out of respect for the females before he straightened up, verdant gaze tracing over each of the charming creatures present. "I am tilney of the Worlds Edge, Which of you crosses the threshold this day?"
Perhaps they had all crossed over together, or perhaps one or two of the group were recruiting also.
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@Faeanne
Wander or Leave
turn in to winter lights
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