The Edge is large and full of hiding places, but something draws the black-tipped pegasus to the cliff’s edge - a familiar spot, and one of various personal meditations (some more frantic than others, but there is a sense of calm for her, when she looks out over the stone lip). Out of the mist she appears, phantasmic and full of grace. She whickers softly to the Seer, alerting her to the Philosopher’s presence, and takes up position at the mare’s right shoulder. Flashing a genteel smile, Yael’s gaze follows Isopia’s out into the darkness, and it is only a quiet, long moment before she says softly, “Deed you know t’at you’re texnix’ly my ah… boss?
She’s mused on it more than a couple of times about how weird it is that they keep getting thrown together.
Yael
a lover of the light
@Isopia
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