Själ

The day was dull and dreary, and Själ was far from home. Rain had never really bothered the mare, nor the mud that it created; the princess was not a vain creature, not concerned with vague concepts of beauty that she had never really learned, anyway. Her mother had been plain, almost homely, but Psyche the DarkEmpress had never commanded armies with her looks. Besides, Själ hadn't been raised to be prissy. She had been raised to be queen. And that, by all accounts, was a dirty, dirty job.

In any case, the girl knew that she was quite far from ruling much of anything, particularly a kingdom, and in truth, she rarely pined for the life her mother had promised her anymore. There were better things to concern herself with - like, for example, learning as much of her mother as she could. How was she to know if she should ever want to follow in Psyche's footsteps if she had never even known what the Empress was really like?

Själ rarely traveled as far east as the Threshold anymore, not since she had found a place within Helovia to call her own. She had passed through this forest four times: twice upon arriving in Helovia and twice upon departing. Now she came with no intentions of leaving - no, it was her wandering heart that brought her to the gates of Helovia, for even though she had decided to stay in the Basin for a while, she could not stop herself from flitting here and there on a whim.

As rain began to fall, the girl caught sight of a tree beneath which she could take pause and consider where to go from here. She made for it at a lazy trot, unconcerned with the way the water matted her mane and the dirt muddied her tail. Upon arriving, however, she was surprised to find that the tree in question was already occupied - by a rather grumpy looking unicorn mare, at that. Själ raised a wicked eyebrow, an easy grin coming to her face. Something in her had settled since joining Erebos in the Aurora Basin - something of her mother had come back to her - and with each new interaction, she found herself more and more interested in how she could get beneath other horses' skin.

"Lovely day," she stated, her lashes fluttering innocently. "What brings you here?" She paused, then shook violently, throwing much of the water that had accumulated on her pelt every which way and watching the other mare to gauge her reaction. It was so interesting to study psychology!

"Talk."
--Ansgar.--