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When he had wandered into the Threshold, Apollo hadn’t the slightest clue of how large of a land Helovia was. He didn’t know what the land had to offer, what nooks, crannies, or secrets it held, nor did he know how to get anywhere. So, he was grateful that Phaedra was there, leading the way, and even more so when she had decided that walking would be in their best interests. Well… At least, in his best interests, since flying wasn’t for Unicorns. After all, if the earthly Pegasus had decided to open her wings and take the skies back to the home of The Grey, leaving Apollo only with where he should go, the Overo would be out of luck. Even Alcina would be able to follow, given as he had wings as well… Regardless, it was a small gesture on Phaedra’s part, but one that the black and white stallion greatly appreciated.
So, obediently and quietly, Apollo had followed after Phaedra, remaining a respectable distance behind her with Alcina. There were many questions that he wanted to ask, things he wanted to inquire regarding both the new land he found himself in, and about Phaedra in general. She was a mystery to him, completely unique in her tawny tones and beauty, and the Paint found himself wanting to know more about her. He refrained from asking, however, as he didn’t want to trespass upon personal information, or annoy her.
Whenever Phaedra would glance back at them, surely to check if they were still following, and grace them with a wink or a flirtatious smile, Apollo would lift his head just a little bit higher or change his stride so that he was strutting with confidence, ebony tail flicking as he walked. Why he was doing it, the Unicorn wasn’t sure… One thing that he did know, however, was that he was beginning to want to outshine Alcina to get her attention.
At one point, and to much of his chagrin, Apollo had grown lost in his own thoughts, gazing up and at the trees that were blooming with the arrival of spring. He pondered what they would look like once in full bloom, and even what they may look like come next fall. Would the leaves try and outdo each other in a brilliant display of colors, much like he was trying to outdo Alcina? So out of it that he was, the Overo hadn’t noticed when Phaedra had suddenly stopped short, and to much of his humiliation he had promptly stumbled into her, immediately stuttering out apologies. He had hoped that she wouldn’t be angry, but one look into her crisp, green eyes and told him everything that he needed to know; that she were merely toying with them.
Once arriving before a large, expansive thicket of trees, Apollo’s ears flicked forward, searching for any kinds of sounds from other creatures that may be lurking in the encroaching darkness. There were none, and idly he wondered if this was the home of The Grey. When Phaedra ventured deeper in, he followed, nimbly stepping over large branches of fallen trees, doing his best not to trip. It was hard to navigate, especially with the visibility dropping the further that the trio got, but not once did Apollo complain or speak out against where they were going.
When they finally came to a stop – Apollo taking great care not to run into Phaedra again – the Unicorn stood still, head raised as honey brown eyes peered through the density of the vegetation. Their guide called out for another then, ‘Ktulu’, and he took in a deep breath and straightened his posture, remembering what Phaedra had said. They were about to meet one of the leaders of The Grey.
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Get lost and then get found [Alcina, Apollo, Ktu, Grey, Open]
