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Her relief at having found an escort to lead her out of the dark and twisted forest was overshadowed by her curiosity and flippant interest at his next words. Old uncle Deimos? Fiachra's ears flicked back and forth at the sound of the name. She recognized it as the alias of the Basin's dark and formidable leader, the demon-like monster who had stood at the front of the herd meeting and condemned them for their childish bickering.
Her smile faltered for a moment. She was to be gathering information to help the herd, by order of the Lead Thief herself. All she had managed to do so far was get herself rather hopelessly lost in a maze of trees and, evidently, need saving by the nephew of her own fearless commander. A frustrated sigh heaved from her breast. Surely, she would get no useless information from this colt.
"You're Deimo's nephew?" she asked. His words had been fairly clear, but the prospect that the Reaper might actually have family seemed a concept that needed clarification. If any being had rose from the ground in sheer defiance of the natural order, it seemed it would have been Deimos. She hadn't even met the man, but his presence was enormous and, frankly, terrifying.
She answered his question next. "Yes. I just recently joined the Basin. I am new to Helovia, as you can likely tell from my current predicament." She looked around herself to make her point. "Are you from the Basin as well, then?"
Above them a large bird began chattering. She shivered, growing quickly tired of the dimness of the forest. She was eager to be back in the sunlight and headed north for home. "I would be grateful of some direction and company," she told him, glad that whoever had found her at least seemed capable of a friendly smile.
"Talk."
Her smile faltered for a moment. She was to be gathering information to help the herd, by order of the Lead Thief herself. All she had managed to do so far was get herself rather hopelessly lost in a maze of trees and, evidently, need saving by the nephew of her own fearless commander. A frustrated sigh heaved from her breast. Surely, she would get no useless information from this colt.
"You're Deimo's nephew?" she asked. His words had been fairly clear, but the prospect that the Reaper might actually have family seemed a concept that needed clarification. If any being had rose from the ground in sheer defiance of the natural order, it seemed it would have been Deimos. She hadn't even met the man, but his presence was enormous and, frankly, terrifying.
She answered his question next. "Yes. I just recently joined the Basin. I am new to Helovia, as you can likely tell from my current predicament." She looked around herself to make her point. "Are you from the Basin as well, then?"
Above them a large bird began chattering. She shivered, growing quickly tired of the dimness of the forest. She was eager to be back in the sunlight and headed north for home. "I would be grateful of some direction and company," she told him, glad that whoever had found her at least seemed capable of a friendly smile.
"Talk."
Home, where I wanted to go,
And nothing else compares.
And nothing else compares.
@Rikyn
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