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Faelene had never had to have the herd's eyes cutting upon her. She had been greeted by Mauja, and had met the others alone in or in small groups. After all what really seemed to matter was a horn upon the head. It would take someone half blind not to notice, the spiraled white one that broke from his dark mane. The kind of horn she had wanted when she was much younger, one that didn't draw odd looks at times. Than sometimes she had wished she had not had one at all. Faelene had grown proud of being a Unicorn, and would not be ashamed nor in grief over that.
The red maned continued to watch him, pondering what made him keep back. Something.. her mind seemed to tell her, but when he returned the call she felt a smile begin to form. She knew what it felt like to be out of place, because she at times had not shaken that feeling.
Shuffling in place, she picked more at the snow she had yet to remove even when he came upon her. Indirectly she let her eye that could see him take him in, noticing the glow of his sharp yellow eyes. They were quite a bold hue, and she noticed they only had a thin line of black. Raising her arched neck, she let her mask drift in his direction meeting his gaze. It was always strange, and thrilling to look in the eyes of the stranger....looking to see who they were while they were doing the same to you. She might have guessed there was something different to him too, and offered him a slim smile. They were the same height, but he seemed not to hold his head high in pride, but still cautious of meeting a stranger he did not know. Faelene would never get use to the gentleman around, by his words he sounded like one. Xanthos itself sounded something important, and she would guess he was a little older than her. "Xanthos, no you're alright. I hate to see someone feeling like an outcast, though I guess that is what we all are," she spoke with a soft tone, a hint of amusement. They were a band of outcasts after all, something she hoped would be changed, at the same time she thought made them grow closer. What did she know? She was aware of the racism, and how it seemed to consume them. Some times she toed the line on which side she should stand. "I am Faelene, did you just arrive to the Steppe?"
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