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THE soldier had spent his first few days in Helovia chatting, sparring, and relaxing in the Hot Springs. In essence, they'd been the quintessence of a young stud's expectations for life. But, he realized, that he'd forgotten to actually seek out his little sister to speak with her about well....everything.
Sure, she could have sought him out. A truly mature horse probably would have done that immediately following the herd meeting where he'd shown up and used her name....but this was his sister he was talking about here. She was not that mature, considerate, or organized. If she'd a project to do (that she wanted to do) then that was going to get done before speaking to her long lost brother who was going to give her so much shit for running away. So, instead of just waiting for his little sister to come to him, he'd gone to her.
He'd woken with the light, done the daily polishing and sharpening of his horn, and then set off. She'd not been in her cave but, after some digging, he'd discovered that she'd run off to some place down south. It didn't take him long to find her. Though, to be honest, it was more that he saw the growing throng of horses all heading to the same spot that he figured that was where she was going to be. Sure enough, just as he arrived his sister was at his side laughing and teasing him as she'd always done. "Ugh, I am not that ba-." He pauses as she barrels on with her words. "You know what, fine. I won't think about it then!" He reaches up to her mane, grabs a tuft of it, and yanks it out in one swift movement. "This is a lock of my sisters hair. She is the entire reason for my being here in this land so I feel it fitting to choose this as something important." He places it on the tree in a quaint little loop before returning to her side with a hipcheck and a murmur, "I am glad I found you here though, we have much to speak about sister." he finishes in a quiet tone.
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