Zandora

Yes, dear, I'm smiling
Inside I'm dying

Zandora had been focused on the tasks set by the basin, busily buzzing around the frozen ices intent on finding something to do, anything to distract her from the pains of nearing term. Evara had enjoyed the constant movement, the mischevious creature preparing the arabian for what was to come, too soonly to come, she thought. The shadow had been stuck within the confines of the frosted lands, wanting to stay near the only place that meant anything near home to her. The silvers and azures of the basin had grown into her icy heart, somehow managing to become something that Zandora would hate to lose. So little did she care for things, so little would she care. It had only ever destroyed her, her love so foolishly cast, that she had grown reluctant of such emotions again. The bounding leopard in front of her and the second heart beating inside would be the only things she would allow herself to care for, to love. Her love is unique, it is not sappy, or sugared by compliments and worthy of quotes, Zandora's love is not of words, but of passions deeper then vocals, deeper then the surfaces of the irritating, annoyingly persistent, thing called love. Her love was intimate on different levels, her love was powerful.

Although, it had never been wielded correctly, and now the mare wishes only for her love to be forgotten.

Evara's jade eyes stared angrily at her, the strands filled with the sadness that she did not want the innocent animal to feel. Evara was so young, too young, to know such nothingness that had become common, too common for Zandora. The vixen released a sigh, her horn sliding across the pedestal and coppers of the Sentinels as she cleaned the icicles away from the towering figures. The massive things were quite stunning, the quiet and ever-viligant beasts towering over all that the basin was, all that she was. She continued to work her way around, clearing snow and frozen points, Evara too joining in as she pounced and climbed to reach places Zandora could not. Her work was interrupted with the crushing of snow underneath the weight of another. Hidden by the copper unicorn, she watched as a mare approached her looming veils. The mare was of onyx, brindled and striped with white and dually crowned with two, large, twisting horns. Frustrations obviously escaped her, and Zandora guessed that she was no Helovian newbie, for not many dared to near the Aurora Basin without guidance. Enjoying her bravery, the fox slipped out from her veil, Evara trailing behind, watching with eager green eyes. "Are you in need of assistance?" She asked, head tilting as she faced the horned.







"Talk?"

OCC: @Rhiannon