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Helovia opened in February 2012! We are an active fantasy equine RPG
Where once the world narrowed into naught but gray dust and desolation, the gods called for life. Wielding the elements of fire and light, dark and wind, earth and water, spark and time, they have created Helovia. The realm is set within the mythical globe of Loorien, a planet rich with all variety of creatures and blessed with all manner of magic. Originally populated by nomadic, tribal characters, they've since grown into massive empires saturated with culture and history. Separated into four distinct segments of Helovia, called "The Regions," each band of horse strong enough and capable enough, took up the power and responsibility of leadership. Unicorns, old, wise and mysterious, took to the north, hidden in forests of mists and shadows and rarely making themselves known beyond their cliffs of the World's Edge. Equines, vast, organized and militaristic, split into two, one group went north to the Windtossed Foothills and the other group went south to the Dragon's Throat. Pegasus remained nomadic, making their homes in various parts of The Wilds in a migratory manner. For many generations, the land was peaceful and calm, but peace was never the way of the gods. With a clash of argument, war and bloodshed massacred Helovia, and in the aftermath, the realm was eerily quiet. Now, as newcomers sweep into this land, they are met with the lingering bitterness of the gods and the struggle to reclaim what was lost. Nothing remains safe or certain while sorcerers and soldiers alike brood and bide their time for revenge, honor and glory.
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Kaos :: The Beginning of the End ☼ - 6/2017 - Kaos placed Helovia in a time-bubble for a short period of time, but the Helovian gods are fighting back. But Kaos is powerful- far more powerful than anyone thought. This may be the beginning of the end of Helovia as we know it.
Kisamoa :: A New Kind of Kaos ☼ - 3/2017 - Kisamoa asks Helovians to help him restore the Spectral Marsh. Which side will you choose?
Invasions :: All Out War ☼ - 5/2/16 - New layout and the brand new invasion rules are up! Thank you for your patience and we look forward to getting started with this new adventure.
The Rift :: Gods Do Die ☼ - 8/2015 - Helovia Gods are saving the Rift from corrupt gods! Can Helovians band together against these foreign deities?
The Literal Ship ☼ - 2/8/15 - Oh no! You have to pair up for Valentine's day!
Sky Island :: Murder ☼ - 10/25/14 - Vesta has been found dead on the island, and the gods have called to you to solve the murder!
Sky Island :: Peace ☼ - 7/7/14 - An island has appeared in the sky! Clouds carry Helovians from the Veins to the sky.
Restoration :: We Welcome the Dawn ☼ - 9/21/13 - The sun has finally risen on this day, giving the land new light, but the Time God and the Sun God have yet to be seen.
Endless Night :: Broken Magic Plot ☼ - 8/30/13 - The earth god has returned and is walking across Helovia to heal the land. Every area can now be considered lush and prosperous, but the sun has still not risen.
☼ - 7/19/13 - The moon has risen in the sky, heralding the return of the Goddess of the moon. Lamp trees which light the paths have grown brighter, moon flowers which grow in dark places have begun to grow and prosper and the world is brighter, filled with a new hope.
Endless Night :: Dead Magic Plot ☼ - 6/22/13 - The gods of Helovia, in order to protect the world, have disappeared into the rift, leaving the world sunless, moonless and magic-less in their absence. Only the herdlands have a source of light, but lamp-trees with glowing leaves and branches sporadically line the popular roads and paths from place to place.
Doppleganger Plot ☼ - 6/20/13 - The God of Time is still struggling to close the rift though which the dopplegangers have come. He has requested that his brothers and sister assist in closing this hole, but without knowing why it opened, the task is proving difficult. Magic still remains faulty and hard to control, but the herdlands continue to be places of refuge for those who are fortunate enough to call these lands home.
ORANGEMOON cools off the lands with a a viscious force. Colder than normal, a sign of things to come during Frostfall, Helovia is bathed in a rich tropical lushness - albiet a cold one. The coastlines of the Dragon's Throat are pelted constantly by tidal waves, and the desert climate is humid but chilly. Ice begins to form early in the Aurora Basin leaving the winding trails slick and dangerous. The mists of the World's Edge coat everything in a glistening crystalline shine which encourages mould to grow everywhere. The Spectral Marsh is the only area which remains fertile, blissfully temperature and lush.
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WEAVER, Corporal of the Aurora Basin, is a relatively recent addition to Helovia and has taken it by storm. Branded with the seal of Death on her chest, intrigue and interest follow both her past and present. Though she is assuredly beautiful, her sometimes sharp personality reveals that there is more to this uni-peg hybrid than meets the eye. Proving herself able on the battlefield in the Basin’s warrior ranks, we can’t wait to see her test her mettle against the looming Kaos happenings! Congratulations!
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It was only a matter of time before Tyrath managed to wiggle his way out of the Dragon's Throat, with his brother in tow. What fun they would have! they could explore as they pleased and not spend their days, bellies in the sand staring at a particularly odd rock that may or may not look like a an odd object or a particular animal. No! they were free, free to explore and Tyrath was free to try his hand at being the big brother leading his little brother safely through the land, and what a proud big brother he was, trotting ahead and making sure there was nothing that would spook or scare them. Despite being merely days older than Astarot, it was a serious job for the older colt.
Together they would set out to find all sorts of things, get their hooves dirty and explore whatever took their fancy. No mothers and no carers to nicker in their ears, no sand, no boring rocks. Just wide open space and their imagination.
Tyrath had followed his usual path, up through the sands until they hit the river, and then struck out east. Who knew where they were going? He certainly wasn't about to tell Astarot that he didn't know where he was going, or perhaps they were lost when the thistles became less and less. He didn't utter a peep when suddenly the grass became strange stalks of narrow shoots reaching towards the sky, or when grassy meadows were more luscious than any his small eyes had laid themselves upon.
They'd figure it out, they weren't everyday foals, they were sons of Volterra! Failure did not sing in their blood, only victory however grand or small, he'd take it as a victory if they found something worthy or managed to get back out of this never ending green.
Some part of him wondered if he'd end up hating the damn colour by the end of this.
"Keep up, you're not getting tired are you?" His voice chimed, sing song and teasing toward his little brother, head thrown back to look over his petite shoulder as his wings ruffled at his sides. Pupilless eyes danced forward once more as he trotted into the nearby glade which had opened up after what seemed like hours stuck between the bamboo. A crystal clear pool greeted the pair, with a babbling waterfall flowing it's contents into the serene waters. The rocky outcrop that lay nearby, with a perfectly mossy plateau was an open invitation to climb and stand upon. Tyrath moved forward, head dropping to look into the waters to see if there was anything within it. Perhaps some fish, or maybe a shiny gem? the carers spoke of gems in lakes guarded by water horses, or hidden treasure stashed by greedy unicorns and scheming equines of lands far away.
"This is pretty neat, right? Wonder if there's anything in there, whaddya think?" He mumbled, half-paying attention to his younger brother as his attention divided between. It wouldn't hurt to jump in and look. Then again, maybe it'd be more fun if he could lure his little brother closer and push him in instead, the thought bringing a small smirk to the colt's lips.
A voice broke the quiet. Golden harks leapt awake, but the rest of the creature was much slower to be drawn out.
The gold had been enjoying his cubby in this secluded place very much. It rolled in fog often, and visitors were usually quiet lost by the time they made it to this spot, if they ever did get here before giving up. Still, it wasn’t the safety of mountain gates, so the gold had taken the habit of sleeping with the invisibility cloak draped over him. All that could be seen was a dark deer towards the back of a dark cut in to the walls of shrubs in the corner of the clearing. So the gold had also taken habit of sleeping without much concern, and worry for intruders. Today though, it seemed the afternoon sleep would be interrupted.
Earth eyes finally open under the clothe, peering out. They were sharp and alert the second they opened, but no ill did they bear against the scene before them. A colt, incredible young, stood proud on the rocks of a creek peering in. The gold’s head now rose slightly with interest, the deer behind him stirring. The cold was a handsome color, but on his face he bore a vicious white skull. The marking was a well known legacy in this country, but the appendages attached to it were not. Wings. Horns. Had the line of Confutatis been tainted already? A smirk rose on the gold’s lips, glad to see the idiotic racist banter ruined by flesh. Of course it could have been another’s child. Skull markings were not too terribly uncommon, but the gold would like to see the despicable mare view one walking about with her mark and the additions she deemed unworthy.
The colt addresses another and the gold hesitates, expecting a mother. But there didn’t seem to be anyone like that about. Harks twitch under his cloak but nothing can be found to signal an adult. ”Haldir stay here” The deer needed no invitation, his dreams were still happily dancing across vales and lakes. The gold though rose from his hiding, though still let the cloak conceal him. Neck and a hind stretched out when he stood, though all the rustle was hushed by his own magic.
The gold wasn’t exactly in an exuberant mood. His slumber had calmed what was usually lately a fully dangerous madman. For the moment he was calm, and subdued, but still ticking with the desire to have a bit of fun at someone else’s expense. These lands were shrouded in mystery….perhaps he would add to it. The gold moved unseen and unheard through the scene, and came to the water’s edge. A small smirk played on his lips as a cloak wrapped cloven hoof kicked a small stone, and splashed it silently near the colt. Though it made no noise it broke the water’s surface, and scattered a few fish nearby. He steps back, withdrawing slightly, though his head tilted with a curiosity to see the scene unfold, and to let his waking mind plan a few more surprises.
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The day had dawned bright and cool, the perfect spring day to bask in the sun and enjoy the weather. Aleta, however, was not content to merely sit and look pretty; no, the little lightning princess was bored. What good was it to the the daughter of a Czar if she never got to have any fun? Mother was away more often than not, and Daddy was busy doing whatever it was that he did, leaving the girl to her own devices.
The Falls was not her favorite place, for all that it was her home. The cascading waters pressed on her eardrums, drilling painfully into her very soul. Mother had told her that her sensitivity came from being born in the winter, that it was nothing to be ashamed of. Even so, the girl hated it, for it drove her away from any who might care for her. In truth, she allowed it to separate her from 'everyone else,' all the members of her herd that were 'normal.' She was a freak, or so she imagined, and it was a title that she accepted grudgingly as an important piece of her identity.
The arrival had spring had been gratefully welcomed by the young filly, for whom the snows of winter had been a particular burden. Each snowflake seemed to drive a pin into her flesh, stinging against her legs as she pressed her way through the drifts. Now, though, she only had to avoid the budding greenery, a feat that was proving much more feasible. Her latest exploration away from the crashing waterfalls of home had taken Aleta southward, through the Deep Forest and into an odd green labyrinth that threatened to swallow her, holding her and its other captives in its depths forevermore.
The lightning princess saw the boys pass by from her spot in a particularly dense copse of bamboo, her interest piqued when she noted their youth and their lack of a chaperone. Where were their parents, to have allowed them to wander so far from the nest? As they began to disappear, the older girl (she imagined that she was not as much a child as they; a yearling was surely wiser than a newborn, after all) sighed and followed, staying far enough away that they might not notice her presence, but close enough that she could keep an eye on them. A tiny voice drifted on the wind to her, but she could no make out the words; they were light and fun, filling the girl's heart with longing for the sibling companionship she had never had.
Before long, the duo and their tagalong had come to a small clearing that contained a pool of crystalline waters and a gently bubbling waterfall. The boys were entranced immediately, bringing the smallest hint of a smile to Aleta's lips. How easily amused the babes were, to find such adventure in such an insignificant outcropping of rock! Still she lingered in the shadows, resting one hind leg, her ears cocked half-heartedly to the sides. Perhaps she would sneak a nap while the children played. They might never even know she was here, and she would only follow long enough to be sure that they had a home somewhere...
A plop! of water caught the princess by surprise; her ears swiveled quickly forward, pricking with interest toward the ripples emanating from the pool. A few fish flitted haphazardly about, disturbed from their previous serenity by the sudden appearance of a rock in their midst. Aleta cocked her head to the side quizzically: there were no creatures about save herself and the children (that she could see), so what could have possibly caused a rock to randomly fall into the pond?
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Ever since he had found his feet that colt had been rearing to go. he wanted to find every last thing he could get into, and get shoulder deep in it. When his brother had brought up leaving the sands of his home he had jumped at the chance. he only felt mildly guilty about leaving their mother. He had made sure to fill up his belly before they left since nobody had made up some kind of mobile teat, yet. The skull colt smiled as he trotted along behind his brother. He had no idea why Ty wanted to be ahead, but Asatrot could seriously care less. He chuckled under his breath as he imagined his brother a puffed up bull frog. Even as young as they were he was sure his brother had an ego larger than their mother. Speaking of mother, she really wasn't Ty's mother, but Tiva loved them both and did not agree with allowing the child to be so alone.
He enjoyed every second he got to spend with his big brother, they could be taking a nap and Astarot would have been happy. Today they were out exploring anything and everything that Ty wanted too. Astarot wasn't really the kind to pick somewhere, unless he really wanted to go there. He shrugged a bright smile on his face as he gambled along behind him. He wondered quietly if Ty had any damn idea where he was going, if they were just wondering aimlessly. Then he wondered if Tiva would be able to find them if they got lost. Then he thought of food, then more and more lightly linked things.
Bright mismatched eyes (scarlet and blue) could only see green. Green and Ty's grey, black, and white ass. He laughed only slightly sarcastically, "Na bro, I like hanging back here looking at your ass." He grinned playfully and tilted his head as if adjusting his view. Laughing teasingly he picked up the pace. I all honestly, he was growing tired. He needed a break, and he hoped they got where they were going soon so he could chilly.
Hours, maybe even days later they finally made it somewhere interesting. A massive shit eating grin broke out over the light face drawing the blue teeth marking up giving him an almost creepy look. "Is there where you planed on taking me, or did we just end up here?" He smirked before sashaying closer to the pool. He paused as Tyrath looked down into the pool a mischievous look crossing his face. Trying to be quiet he slowly crept up behind him. Before he could complete his prank Tyrath spoke to him. Shaking the thoughts off he trotted to his side and gazed down into the pool. "I don't see anything."
Then a rock suddenly flew from nowhere and landed not to far away. A snort of surprise and curiosity tore from his nose. Fined thingies in the water went everywhere as the stone sunk into the water. "Ty, two questions. What are those things in there, and where did that rock come from?"
His voice was hardly more than a whisper, just loud enough for the colt next to him to hear. His eyes never moved from the small stone now on the bottom of the pool. His heart thumped slightly harder as he thought of all the horrible things that could have done that.
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Kind? How boring that would be
Tyrath was never lost, most of the time. Sometimes he got a little mixed up but wherever he ended up, he was supposed to be there. Who cared? As long as it was fun, and filled with everything and anything the colt could get up close with and examine. Find caves he could come back to later, or find a particularly interesting thing he could come back and tell Tiva and his carer's about later. Everything he discovered he committed it to memory, every inch and everything learned scribed away in his ever expanding memory.
Trust his brother to have some kind of witty, slightly crude response. Despite their youthfulness, the two were already bouncing questionable back and forths. "Oh yeah?" Crowned head cocked over his shoulder to better look at the lighter of the pair, as the sassy response reached his ears, face the perfect rendition of a deadpan. Cheeks huffed out with an exasperated sigh as he turned back to face where they were going. "Enjoying the view?" Making it a point to give his derriere a wiggle, not that there was much to wiggle in his brother's general direction. He probably looked like a plucked peacock trying wiggle it's flat ass towards a peahen hoping it had some kind of ass backwards allure. Come, look at my flat ass, revel in it's non-existence and plucked glory. More joke than future hunk of the year.
"I planned it, of course." He grumbled, glad that his brother couldn't see him go cross eyed with the lie, it wasn't technically a lie, he hadn't explicitly said that they were going anywhere in particular. Just somewhere, and this now happened to be somewhere. It worked out. Thank the gods he inherited his mother's eyes, with their unreadable swirling whirlpools of ruby and crimson.
He stayed by the clear pool, waiting for his brother to approach. Chest filled with building glee as he shifted his tail, a subtle motion, getting it primed to push his lighter coloured brother into the waters. Well, he would of, if the rock hadn't skidded out of nowhere and surprised them both. Nostrils flared as his forelimbs raised off the ground by an inch, surprise riddled on his skull marked face. When he realized he had reacted, he was quick to smooth his face over and stamp his dark hooves back into the ground, chest puffed up and chin high. "Those are fish." He answered, his own voice hushed. He had fought a wolf! how could he be scared by a rock flying into the pool.
Except, wolves were visible and made noises. He could see them, and he could fight them back. He couldn't exactly fight an invisible enemy. He couldn't admit that to Astarot either.
This rock had flown out of nowhere, skidded past the two boys and into the pool with an unceremonious splash.
"Secondly," He began, lips twisted into a smirk though he feigned innocence as to what his next actions would be. "I don't know, why don't you find out first." Tyrath turned abruptly, wings fanned out from his sides and tail coiled to push his brother face first into the water. Not one to allow his brother the pleasure to try drag him as well into the waters, he took a couple big steps back. "Look out below!" The cry was the only warning Astarot got, before his elder brother charged forward and leapt, wings spread and into the water himself. A childish roar of laughter bubbled up from his chest as he surfaced, damp wings splashing out.
They'd find who or what caused the flying rock of mystery, it didn't mean they couldn't have some fun while doing it.
Why does the eye see a thing more clearly in dreams than the imagination when awake?
She'd decided to escape the oncoming rain storm and instead enjoy the calmer weather outside her homeland. Besides it was always much more fun to explore the world outside her homeland. The clouds that hovered above and around her home had soaked her coat, washing most of the sand from her body. Yet once she'd escaped into the sunshine, the water had been absorbed and the odd grains of sand that remained glittered in the sunlight. Meeting new souls was a joy, even if the other soul in question was a particularly grumpy one. After all she'd met a grumpy soul and, if she was being entirely honest, she'd actually become rather fond of the boy. Aelin shook the dark boy from her thoughts, after all, why shouldn't she be out and enjoying the sunshine? She was free to do as she pleased after all. So the girl continued on, soaring through the skies. Eyes closed she enjoyed to feeling of flight and her ability to go where she pleased. Not many shared the same feeling that she did, not many could wonder knowing they had a family at hope who were always there waiting to welcome her home.
It was funny. Her family was the reason she'd begun to venture from The Throat. Mainly in search of her twin. The thought of her still missing brother struck gain pain into her heart. The idea that it was extremely possible that he'd never return home...never return to her. It'd was an extremely hard truth that she'd come to accept.
The sound of splashes and voices echoing off a body of water caught her interest. Looking down from where she was circling above Aelin grinned as she spied two younger boys playing in the waters below her. Their joyous voices reach her and she watched them for a moment above before spiralling down. Her wings navigated and moved her body through the air with graceful ease. When she'd first been learning to fly it'd been awkward and she'd tumbled back to earth quite a few times. Now, with each flight, she'd grown stronger and more confident. Still, she could always use extra lessons...perhaps she'd chase down one of her siblings and badger them with her desire for lessons. Rhoa and Zenobia were usually lurking around the throat, when she got home she'd track one of them down.
Hawke would have been her preference. It was hard for someone to give you lessons if they were still no where to be found.
She was jealous that these boys had each other. Greedy of wanting her relationship with Hawke to return to normal.
Which was part of the reason why the sight of youngsters playing was such a delight to her. Firstly they looked the part of siblings, loving, playing and carefree. Neither was causing the other pain. They were both present in each other's lives, something that the desperately craved.
As her hooves once agin met earth she trotted a meter or two forward before slowing and coming to a complete stop. Watching the boy (who shared quite a few qualities with the boy she'd met at the blood falls), she remained silent for a while. They played, their voices not quite clear enough for her to make out the words they spoke. Their tones were easy to detect, friendly. Brotherly. The pit of her stomach rolled and she blinked away the tears (she did not know if they were tears of anger or sadness) before they had a chance to appear. Shaking the darker cloud away from her dun body she rolled her shoulders and approached the two boys. The rock flying through the air from, seemingly, out of no where brought her to a confused stop. True, the girl had seen many strange things in her short life. Nothing quite beat the flying rock however, that was most definitely in the top ten. Still she was not frightened by these events, more curious. Having a large and powerful family back home most certainly made her a little more confident when approaching strange situations.
They thought it might be fish? Aelin chuckled quietly remembering how when she was this young she'd also enjoyed watching the small things. Fish swimming would have (and honestly still did) brought her delight. Yet she was quite sure the rock had not been sent flying by fish. The boy speaking had hushed his voice and she crept closer still, not wanting to miss out on whatever they were saying. As the dun girl moved closer to the two gathered boys, the more crudely marked body suddenly sprang into action. The girl was so taken aback that she paused in her movements, head tilted to the side and mouth open in shock. The boy turned turned abruptly, wings fanned out from his sides and tail coiled to push his brother face first into the water. Aelin squealed and gasped in shocked mirth, her laughter loud and delighted. As the boy backed up she began to move again, wanting to see the other one emerge from the waters. It actually brought her joy to watch these two playing. Before she could catch him the elder brother charged forward and leapt, wings spread and into the water himself. A childish roar of laughter bubbled up from his chest as he surfaced, damp wings splashing out. She reached the edge of the water and grinned down at the two.
"Boys." She was giggling as she watched them, eyes dancing between the two. "Hello." She called down to them, her delicate voice barely made it through the sound of the boy's laughter.
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Well that was….minimal. A golden hark under the cloth of his invisibility flicks back. He had to admit though, it was hard to hold back a laugh as the colts jumped slightly, and the coming mare stopped. Still. It would clearly take more than that.
It seemed perhaps a bit cruel to toy with these children so. After all, they were just after a good sport. It wasn’t like they held some high prize he was after. So you might be fair to call him a tinge cruel in his intentions. Then again, they had woken the beast in the maze from his nap. And well…surely this son of wolves knew to let sleeping dogs lie?
With calmed eyes he watched as the elder shoved the other in. The gold had a mind to return the favor to such a bold child of skull, but was robbed as the colt jumped him himself. The laugher roars up from the waves and the gold sits back idly watching for his next cue. Something to….escalate the situation.
When the mare steps forward, the gold gets his chance. He slips further away to cross to her unnoticed as she speaks to the playing colts. With quick light steps, his body grumbling silently about the sudden movements after being so long asleep and from the recent events, he comes up behind the yearling. She was a bit bigger than he would have liked. The gold was still taller, but the dun filly was a bit more weighty than a colt. But weighing the consequences and risks didn’t fit his mood, so he went for it.
Only a few seconds after she had said her hellos the gold, collected himself in his distanced place and leapt forward, in a collected, but silently thundering canter. If any were to notice the rushing wind on the short grass all the better to build the illusion. His shoulder turns out, and he takes aim square for the dun’s rump, hoping to knock her forward in un-anticipated shock, and into the water. Or at least give her a good boot. If he missed? Well like we said he wasn’t weighing risks much today. Plus this wasn’t invisible paint, his cloak would still hide him. And though he had brakes in his collected step, a giant splash in the water by a ghost might not be such a bad alternative.
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The rock plopped into the water, startling the boys and their tagalong both. Frowning, she cocked her head to the side. The boys, however, seemed less than concerned; Aleta's attention was drawn back to the pool of water as one pushed the other in, laughing off the spookiness of the self-propelled stone. Then they were both in the water, splashing merrily in the shallows. For a moment, the princess was almost jealous of their ability to withstand the onslaught of the waves - every bath she took was a form of torture, for even the slightest lick of liquid against her sensitive skin had her wincing.
So, too, was she jealous of their siblingship, their camaraderie. It was evident that they were two parts of a whole, and she was simply...
A bystander, forever cursed to find herself on the outside looking in, never to know what it meant to have a sibling or a real family. Oh, she wasn't stupid: she knew that Mother being gone more than she was present was abnormal, knew that the relationship her parents shared was nothing more than a deep friendship. In a way, she admired them, for when they were together, they were comfortable with one another in a way that she could not hope to understand, had been able to make of their (apparently) brief romance a lasting friendship. Too young and naive to know any better, the girl hoped that perhaps she would one day meet someone that offered themselves to completely (albeit asexually) to her.
In any case, she was about to slip away silently, leaving the brothers to their mischief, but another voice caught and held her attention. "Boys," the new girl was saying as she approached the edge of the pond. And then a short, friendly greeting. The filly was full of the simple sweetness that Aleta lacked, erring more on the shy side. Still, with more than just two rambunctious colts present... Aleta stepped forward, melting out of the shadows, the lightning marking on the right side of her neck flickering anxiously. She stopped quite far away from the water, not wishing to get splashed or touched in any way. "Hi," she said softly, a certain, characteristic bashfulness overtaking her. At home, she was more vocal, more outgoing, more sassy; here, though... she was out of her comfort zone, and it was evident in the shy way she moved.
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