After meeting with her mentor Cassiopeia, Rowan had discovered the awakenings of something deep and buried. Who she'd been before her adoptive mother had molded her into the shy woman that still influenced her personality and always would. Despite her diminutive size, she walked with purpose, cocoa crown no longer lowered by the burdens she had carried. Flaxen blonde curls fell over cerulean eyes as they scanned the horizon. A whinny she most certainly didn't recognize rang out over the sounds. Instantly knowing it had come from the oasis she frequently visited. Already yearning to know who this stranger was, the Scholar set forth at a fast canter. Perhaps she didn't have long legs to carry her quickly to her destination, but she had determination to spare and knowledge to go along with it.

A stallion stood beside the body of water, draped in pearl and streaked with colors of ivy. The horn protruding from his crown made her wary, and she approached with caution, scenting the wind. He did not smell of the Throat, so why was he intruding on their lands, drinking from their oasis? His tall stature, easily dwarfing her, didn't bother the young woman. She'd gotten used to being small."Perhaps it is not so smart to wander into our lands without acceptance. I'm Rowan, Scholar of the Throat. May I inquire your name?" No room for shy demeanor now, though her voice fought against her. Remaining soft and intelligent. Too many things remained in her photographic mind, and her irises flickered over him, recording him into her memory like every other she'd encountered. Sea colored orbs sharp and knowing. What did he wish to accomplish here?

Sea foam eyes were dangerous and far too arrogant, but Rowan said nothing. Remaining as impassive as ever, not intimidated by a simple look. Rowan had grown used to sensing the pegasi above her in the Throat, an so merely smiled and nodded in return to the other woman. She was not blind to the effects on her, it had happened to many of them in fact. Yet the brute didn't seem to know this, insulting her and causing Rowan's eyes to narrow. She cared not that he had laughed it off, it was still insulting. Nonetheless she calmed and schooled her face back to passive calm. The woman could defend herself well enough. Snorting when he addressed her. "Sir, I did not greet you impolitely. My tone was perfectly cordial, I was merely warning that perhaps it is not safe. After the battle with the ex Edge, unicorns make us rather defensive. If I somehow insulted you, I did not intend it, and I have been calm and polite all the while."

Mocking grin slid to her face when asked if she were bothered by that. "I think I explained myself well enough, Tribute. As said before I have not been impolite at all. Unless it is rude to give you a word of wisdom, which is my actual job as a Scholar. To know all and tell others only what they need to know to improve their lives. You are quite welcome in the Throat if you come with no bad intentions." His stomping and grand arrogance pissed her off somewhere deep inside, but it didn't show. She refused to even acknowledge that darker side of her. His lost little boy act would have been convincing but right after he had been snide? Not at all. "If you come as a friend, then it would be wise and most valuable for you to ask our Sultan or Sultana. For what would we know? We only have our own experiences to draw off of. Naturally what we say and what our leaders will say may have minute differences. However I find it is quite a welcoming herd, if stringent with the various soldiers. I would pity them, but they are loyal and flourish under the pressure. It is a wonderful place to be, and I have never once doubted that I will be protected. Do you agree?" Turning to the Pegasus beside her. Ocean eyes didn't change but she silently hoped that the other female would understand and sense not to reveal too much. It was true, their soldiers trained often and had very strict schedules of border patrol and various other activities. Rowan hated to speak so much in one turn, but her wit and honesty would not bend beneath his sass.

Rowan was getting quite bored with the arrogant bastard. Instead cocking one leg and glancing away, eyes roaming the horizon in exasperation. Why did she even bother? She had been completely polite no matter what he continued to squeal about her being disrespectful. Little pig. He grinned and she sneered at him for a moment in her mind. Wishing to beat him down for being so rude and arrogant. He wouldn't be smirking when her hooves met his ugly face. Letting Aryel defend herself, uncaring about that. 

He spoke again then, first to Aryel then to Rowan. "If I have to repeat myself again I will be convinced you are deaf. My tone was perfectly polite; and I was merely doing my job. Informing people." Bored tone escaping, getting rather fed up with him. Finally she snapped as he said they were not loyal. Pinning her ears fiercely as her patience snapped. "Listen here. You came here, ON our land, not even at our borders which would be respectful as you seem obsessed with. Aryel and I were in no way disrespectful, in fact you were the one to insult her appearance. Myself, I merely warned you, in a friendly way, that unicorns made the Throat wary. What do we get in return? A smart ass! Questioning our loyalty? You've been here for hardly any time at all. You, sir, are arrogant, and I hope your smart mouth gets you a good beating." With that she stomped her hoof and raised her head to the sky, voice ringing out to call one of her leaders or a general. Eyes narrowed and tail snapping against her hocks. Calming herself with a deep, sharp breath even as her ears remained pinned at the disgusting stallion. "If you want to know so badly, meet them yourself."

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Rowan prided herself on keeping calm this long. Her hot headed nature was well hidden beneath her calm and patient exterior. Nonetheless the sturdier part of her was rearing its head. She'd taken on plenty of others in her youth, and pain was something you could overcome with willpower. If this bastard spoke any longer she wouldn't be able to be held responsible for her actions. Soldier had been a close second after scholar and she had Aryel on her side. But as he spoke to her she heard it. Hard to detect unless you were a Throat citizen used to hearin the sound of wings high above. He sneered at her, calling Kri pathetic and claiming her not to have listened. Rowan smirked, a cruel and bloodthirsty look on her face. Oh if only Kri would give her the sign she would bash his head into the sand and let the wildlife have at his carcass. 

His threatening of Aryel didn't pass by her but then he turned to her again, sly look on his visage. And right then and there she laughed in his face. "Listen around you, you incompetent stick head. She's already here." And as if on cue Kri descended. The most well known leader of the herds, and the one who had remained throughout attempted kidnappings and battles. Tribute was a fool to mock her. Rowan had seen how devastating her magic could be. How Prometheus and Pyr had suffered. Dark hooves flash out at Tribute and Rowan viciously hopes it lands. Her entrance is dramatic but holds an aura of strength. The Resolute is a worthy title for her. Confident now, she steps back and lets Kri take the reins. The Throat is always being watched over. Members are never alone in the huge family. How they remained so tightly knit was beyond her but it was obvious how loyalty and trust was placed in every member whether you knew them or not. Shown by Aryel appearing to her aid, even though they were unknown. By the scent on their coats they were united. Cold smirk refused to leave her lips. 

Silly incompetent stick head. You've set your hoof on the wrong soil.