Walking
Talking.
She hadn't been back for too long, in fact it had only been a day, but instead of going straight to the Falls in search of her beloved, she decided she would take a detour for now. Whether it be because she was not yet ready to return home just yet, or she was too afraid of what she would find when she did she wasn't sure, but all she knew was that her and her llama companion were going to take a rest for awhile in the caves, before finally hurrying home. The chilly breeze was welcoming upon her ivory and ash hide, for the cold was something she always adored. Her eyes fluttered close to embrace the brisk autumn scent, before she continued onward with her trek. The pale llama was silent beside her, attentive in movements ahead and never once letting his coat separate from hers. Ever since they had departed from the realms of Helovia almost a year ago, he had grown more protective of his Shire mare. Though their relationship had become rocky, he now had a newfound love for the brutish woman, as she had always had a fondness for him. A soft smile came to her maw at his tenderness, and once he felt the love radiating from her he snorted, flattening his mulish ears and snorting briefly, Getting carried away...
It was her turn for her ears to flatten, causing her to snort and give him a warning glare, before a noise in the distance caught her attention. Turning her massive crown towards it she stopped, listening closely, before finally moving her bulk towards that direction. She broke through the trees just Northwest of the Heart Caves, to come across a scene she thought she would never see. Surrounding the river were the glowing bodies of fairies, fluttering to and fro around another mare, who seemed to be utterly bewildered by the scene before her. Carl snorted, not at all pleased with company, and thus turned around and began to walk away; expecting his large familiar to follow. When instead she stepped closer and away from him he stopped, glared with chocolate eyes before finally giving in and trailing behind her. Coming to a halt before the damsel December was silent, studying her closely and waiting for her to be noticed.
When she assumed she had been she dipped her head, ears pricked towards the creatures direction and musing in her gruff tone," They're called fairies. I still have yet to find out what use they have in this world, but they like to flock." Flicking her ears towards them again, one of them decided to zip right past her nose, causing dust to drift into her nostrils and to summon up a sneeze. She tossed her head, flattening her ears at the creature, before walking past the black beauty and to the stream, where she began to have herself a drink.
OOC: I apologize for the crappiness, it will get better!!!
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