A shout catches her attention. She’s not quite near enough to the guardians to see anyone, keeping herself firmly on the ground here. If only they knew she was a much better scout from the air…ah, but the wings still drew so many funny looks in this place. But she follows the sound. Nothing seems wrong, but it’s job to keep an eye on these things anyway apparently. Soon enough she can see three forms near the metal sentinels, and she makes her way over.
They all seem friendly enough, the Mender familiar with the mare that Weaver does not recognize. “Hello,” she says simply, coming to stand near enough to the group. It’s not really her party, and she’s not here to interrupt, just make sure all is well, and in truth, meet a few more horses. There are still too many here she does not know, and certainly too many in Helovia. “Weaver,” she offers, and then nothing more, letting them go on with their conversation.
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