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04-26-2016, 02:12 PM
fiachra
Home, where I wanted to go,
And nothing else compares.
And nothing else compares.
She had wandered Helovia and every corner of the Basin, it seemed. The excitement and happiness of having a place to belong had yet to wear off, but she still felt restless. She belonged, yes, but she was still useless. She needed a job. She needed a purpose.
She had, in her life before her years of roaming aimlessly, always had an occupation. When she was a foal, she had been a student, an apprentice. When the raiders had taken her away, she had quickly become one of them. She had even been put in charge of a small party of bandits once, for a short time.
Now, she just... existed. She existed among equines she didn't know or where she came from, and who couldn't possibly understand her or her customs. She whiled away the hours and the days, poking her nose into every crevice of the Basin, hoping someone would give her something to do. A job or a task, no matter how small.
Thieves, she herd the call. Her ears honed in on the voice in the distance and she lifted her head in that direction. And those of you interested in joining, the beckoning went on. She recognized that voice. It was Rexanna, the mare that had first welcomed her into this snowy land. The pretty mare with the golden chains that traced her frame. Fiachra smiled, remember the mare speaking at the herd meeting, entreating her herd mates to join the ranks of the thieves. She had almost forgotten, wallowing instead in her own boredom and feelings of uselessness.
Picking up an easy trot, Fiachra headed in the direction of the call, towards the center of the Basin. As the delicate golden frame of Rexanna came into view, Fiachra lowered her head in greeting, holding her horns lower than the higher-ranked mare. She hated to be rude or disrespectful, and still she was a little unclear on the manners or this land.
"Rexanna," she greeted, a cheerful smile upon her face. "How are you?" She wondered what had caused the mare's decision to call them forward now. Rexanna stood tall before her, but she appeared a bit worn down despite that. "I would like to express my interest in joining the ranks of Basin Thieves."
"Talk."
She had, in her life before her years of roaming aimlessly, always had an occupation. When she was a foal, she had been a student, an apprentice. When the raiders had taken her away, she had quickly become one of them. She had even been put in charge of a small party of bandits once, for a short time.
Now, she just... existed. She existed among equines she didn't know or where she came from, and who couldn't possibly understand her or her customs. She whiled away the hours and the days, poking her nose into every crevice of the Basin, hoping someone would give her something to do. A job or a task, no matter how small.
Thieves, she herd the call. Her ears honed in on the voice in the distance and she lifted her head in that direction. And those of you interested in joining, the beckoning went on. She recognized that voice. It was Rexanna, the mare that had first welcomed her into this snowy land. The pretty mare with the golden chains that traced her frame. Fiachra smiled, remember the mare speaking at the herd meeting, entreating her herd mates to join the ranks of the thieves. She had almost forgotten, wallowing instead in her own boredom and feelings of uselessness.
Picking up an easy trot, Fiachra headed in the direction of the call, towards the center of the Basin. As the delicate golden frame of Rexanna came into view, Fiachra lowered her head in greeting, holding her horns lower than the higher-ranked mare. She hated to be rude or disrespectful, and still she was a little unclear on the manners or this land.
"Rexanna," she greeted, a cheerful smile upon her face. "How are you?" She wondered what had caused the mare's decision to call them forward now. Rexanna stood tall before her, but she appeared a bit worn down despite that. "I would like to express my interest in joining the ranks of Basin Thieves."
"Talk."
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