and the truth of the imagination
She remained quiet then, her gaze settling on the gray, awaiting to hear of the mysticism of the Edge. Glasgow's words weren't quite what she was expecting, but she agreed wholeheartedly. Frost nodded, dark mane bouncing around her slender features. "It's true, I'm sure either land would suit your needs," the Haruspex smiled, emeralds moving to Rye.
The mottled maiden wound her tail around her hocks, suppressing a shiver and moving closer to her silver companion. She cared not who Rye chose to follow, she only prayed he found peace wherever he ventured, and perhaps a shelter from this chill.
CRIES BC THIS IS PITIFULLY SHORT BUT I DIDN'T HAVE ANYTHING ELSE TO WRITE @Valkyrie