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In the distance, the herdland’s shaggy autumnal decrepitude lay illuminated by the weak rays of a sallow sun. Rust-colored leaves tumbled to life by brisk autumnal notes that roused them from slumber, requesting a last wistful dance before the wintry embrace would claim them. The temperature dropped rapidly as the two mares travelled side by side. Vahana could feel Frostfall's icy grip tugging at her flanks as a chill crept into the air. Not the bite of wintry blusters, but just a nip to let them know a new season was at hand. No words escaped Vahana’s lips. She replied to Wessex’s mention of places such as the Blood Falls, the Steppe, and the The World’s Edge only with several brisk nods of her head. She wondered about them, about what wonders these locations held, but knew that she could not possibly visit them all in one day. Tucking away their names carefully within the intricacies of her memory, she decided that if she chose to make her home here, paying them each a visit would be adventures for later.
The depths of Helovia unfolding before Vahana were no less impressive than what she had first imagined. For a brief time her gaze wandered from the damp, sable earth to the beauty above, carefully scanning the sleepy land that lay before her through glistening amethyst orbs: misty hill, moor and glen. As they drew closer they wove between skeletal trees whose branches were so bare that she could have counted the leaves on each and every one as she passed by. The trees were skirted by pools of fallen leaves. The pools animated in the wake of their beating hooves, taking to the air in an elegant dance, pirouetting around the tree trunks to their own rustling hymn. The frolicing ended when the two mares had passed, leaves landing gently behind them to form new pools that looked identical to the ones they were in before. Vahana had always liked to admire the colors of Autumn, although its reds, golds, and yellows were beginning to fade away as they drew deeper into Aurora Basin territory. Without them, the autumn would be a time of sadness, to watch what was new and green only months before decompose into the soil. Instead, it was a gateway to rebirth, to renewal.
“You have a lovely home,” Vahana remarked between breaths. Her muscles ached a little beneath the throbbing of her wounds. Her body needed to rest, yet her mind needed it to move. Not even her aching body could deter her from matching Wessex’s pace with the animation she'd acquired from their encounter. The ground before them swerved into a narrow valley that was almost a gorge, stretching farther than Vahana could see. At its entrance were two towering, metallic unicorns standing watchfully on guard. The newcomer gaped in awe at the the fine craftsmanship of the machines as they passed by, for they were massive and uniform, unlike anything the mare had ever seen before. They reached so far into the heavens that she had to crane her neck in order to get a better look. Wessex said something about there being a ranking system of jobs within the herd, but Vahana's attention was fixed on the sentinels. Her words echoed with childlike curiosity, “Your herd built these?”
@Wessex
OOC: I do see her rank has already been changed, but she will decide to stay, so that is taken care of!
The depths of Helovia unfolding before Vahana were no less impressive than what she had first imagined. For a brief time her gaze wandered from the damp, sable earth to the beauty above, carefully scanning the sleepy land that lay before her through glistening amethyst orbs: misty hill, moor and glen. As they drew closer they wove between skeletal trees whose branches were so bare that she could have counted the leaves on each and every one as she passed by. The trees were skirted by pools of fallen leaves. The pools animated in the wake of their beating hooves, taking to the air in an elegant dance, pirouetting around the tree trunks to their own rustling hymn. The frolicing ended when the two mares had passed, leaves landing gently behind them to form new pools that looked identical to the ones they were in before. Vahana had always liked to admire the colors of Autumn, although its reds, golds, and yellows were beginning to fade away as they drew deeper into Aurora Basin territory. Without them, the autumn would be a time of sadness, to watch what was new and green only months before decompose into the soil. Instead, it was a gateway to rebirth, to renewal.
“You have a lovely home,” Vahana remarked between breaths. Her muscles ached a little beneath the throbbing of her wounds. Her body needed to rest, yet her mind needed it to move. Not even her aching body could deter her from matching Wessex’s pace with the animation she'd acquired from their encounter. The ground before them swerved into a narrow valley that was almost a gorge, stretching farther than Vahana could see. At its entrance were two towering, metallic unicorns standing watchfully on guard. The newcomer gaped in awe at the the fine craftsmanship of the machines as they passed by, for they were massive and uniform, unlike anything the mare had ever seen before. They reached so far into the heavens that she had to crane her neck in order to get a better look. Wessex said something about there being a ranking system of jobs within the herd, but Vahana's attention was fixed on the sentinels. Her words echoed with childlike curiosity, “Your herd built these?”
@Wessex
OOC: I do see her rank has already been changed, but she will decide to stay, so that is taken care of!
