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rexanna
I had a dream you were two towns from me —
Oceanic eyes drifted between the two, capturing the name of the newcomer to this land. The accent, while still unique to the Thief, was familiar to her. She remembered Mortuus Nox and his baritones of Latin that dripped from the onyx healer, and let her smile grow slightly larger. As the mare began to speak of searching for a home, Rexanna’s lips parted – partially ready to speak of the wondrous lands of her home, but was beaten to the punch when a stallion from the Edge appeared. He was onyx in appearance, perhaps marred a bit by a beautiful crimson, and the Thief offered him a slight nod as well. She was fond of the Edge, despite having been pushed from there by a warrior in the land. If anything, at least the land kept Tembovu happy, her Elephant King, and that was all she could ask for as of the moment.
She closed her mouth and listened silently as Sacre spoke, then drifted her gaze as Hector began to speak of the Throat. Marembo kept his eye on the newcomer though, uninterested in the trivial matters of which everyone put forth – trying to prove to them why their home reigned superior. The polecat knew that his bonded would do no better, either, and patiently stood there watching and waiting, flicking his dappled tail to and fro as he only allowed his gaze to stray to look upon the two foxes that hid beneath the belly of the edge’s nurse. And when it was Rexanna’s turn, she let her eyes land on the Pegasus before her with a soft smile along her pale lips. “The Aurora Basin is a beautiful land to the north of here. It can be cold at times, but where the Throat is desert-like and the Edge is more of a lush woodland, accompanied by mystified cliffs and a seaside breeze, the Basin is mostly surrounded by mountains topped off with snow. It’s as if the land cradles us, keeping us perfectly centered among the giant rockery around us. The real magic happens at night, though, where the Aurora dances across the sky in beautiful pinks, blues, and greens, covering the stars with a blanket as it does so.” She added in gently, shifting her weight with a gentle smile.
“There aren’t many pegasi in the Basin, but I do have a friend who’s a nurse there that has an accent just like yours, I wonder if you two might have something in common.” Her voice was soft, and Marembo offered a little squeak in agreement to the Thief’s statements. Then, her attention shifted to Sacre, wondering if perhaps he’d add more information into the Edge for the lady.
"Talk."
She closed her mouth and listened silently as Sacre spoke, then drifted her gaze as Hector began to speak of the Throat. Marembo kept his eye on the newcomer though, uninterested in the trivial matters of which everyone put forth – trying to prove to them why their home reigned superior. The polecat knew that his bonded would do no better, either, and patiently stood there watching and waiting, flicking his dappled tail to and fro as he only allowed his gaze to stray to look upon the two foxes that hid beneath the belly of the edge’s nurse. And when it was Rexanna’s turn, she let her eyes land on the Pegasus before her with a soft smile along her pale lips. “The Aurora Basin is a beautiful land to the north of here. It can be cold at times, but where the Throat is desert-like and the Edge is more of a lush woodland, accompanied by mystified cliffs and a seaside breeze, the Basin is mostly surrounded by mountains topped off with snow. It’s as if the land cradles us, keeping us perfectly centered among the giant rockery around us. The real magic happens at night, though, where the Aurora dances across the sky in beautiful pinks, blues, and greens, covering the stars with a blanket as it does so.” She added in gently, shifting her weight with a gentle smile.
“There aren’t many pegasi in the Basin, but I do have a friend who’s a nurse there that has an accent just like yours, I wonder if you two might have something in common.” Her voice was soft, and Marembo offered a little squeak in agreement to the Thief’s statements. Then, her attention shifted to Sacre, wondering if perhaps he’d add more information into the Edge for the lady.
"Talk."
— got to sleep,
spent the whole night running.
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