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 Tangere and her pale, winged companion move patiently with the flow of the scattered crowed – the bodies shuffling, thickening, piling in. She picks her shortish little frame up, collecting herself into a sweeping trot to the forming group; they all funnel toward the freshly emerged Seaman. Her small ash-gray ears are pricked and her white face propped up, her hazelnut eyes darting around to find the choicest spot to stand. Kisamoa's patchwork body, a dreamy smile teasing his seaweed lips, it can be seen but only barely – she must get a little closer. “too crowded, you go, i'll watch you.” his voice his soft in her mind, so familiar and comfortable – just as cozy as if it were her own inner thoughts, or maybe even more so because it isn't so lonely when you know you're not alone. The big raven finds a tall, dead tree to sit on; he watches quietly from his semi-aerial view. Rikyn. His golden markings and dark familiar color draws her attention right away. He stands with a few mares she doesn't recognize, but Tangere doesn't mind and quickly finds a place among them, politely, of course. When the Goddess appears she doesn't really pay any mind to her surroundings, only watching the plume of thick black smoke form into the Goddess' body. Her magic is captivating, her beauty matching its brilliance and array of splendor. The pinto girl is happy to stand calmly and look on, amazed and a little scared - what is happening? She ponders the question and watches the Seaman receive his interrogation by both the Goddess of Helovia and its very citizens. non omnis moriar |
stands next to rikyn, sjal & syrena - no need to tag though, i think <3 she's just watching and says nothing to anyone. phrixus watches from a dead tree.
- You may use violence and magic against her at will, but no death.
- Please tag me so I don't forget anyone(:
