it has come to pass...

It started, the sprinkling of droplets. NADIRA had been watching the weather turn, and frankly she didn’t like how this game of chess was going. This game of cat and mouse wasn’t something she wished to relive again. She had been saved by Insanity from a possible attack, but in doing so, Insanity was the one who had ended up missing in action. For that, the unicorn mare at least owed something to the mare. But what exactly? It wasn’t like she was a fighter… well she would rather not fight. She had no connection to these lands, except Romani and Willow, possibly Argetlam and Nayati. But times were changing and she wasn’t quite ready to settle down quite yet. Had the Foothills been asking for this? She would never know for sure.

And then there it was, Jackal’s call to come together. So he had decided to show himself, finally. After their homeland had seen some silent attacks, leaving the feeling of this land in lost shambles. Snorting, her petite façade shook, debating on whether to attend or not. It was Paladin who caught her attention and seeing him talking to the leader of the Foothills, she decided it wouldn’t hurt to make her presence known. She would like to cross paths with the storyteller at least one more time.

As the sky opened, it poured its tears on the land. NADIRA’s ghost-like frame shimmered through the downpour, making her embodiment appear to skim and skip across the meadow, to reach where the two stallions had positioned themselves. Her lithe strides were long and carried her with ease and swiftness, coming upon the duo as Paladin’s frown creased his brow. Halting beside the older stallion, a flashback of the herd meeting visited her cranium. She gave a halfhearted smile towards him, as he voiced his renouncement.

“You are leaving us?”

As the pure and bloodless canvas of the mare stood still, she let her glacier orbs land on the storyteller. For some reason, her question wasn’t really a question, more of just a filler of sorts. She already knew his answer. But she couldn’t exactly say she knew what it was like to have a family. And just recently she was able to consider herself to have friends… or so she hoped. She gave a reassuring smile to the steed, and nudged his shoulder in understanding. He didn’t have to explain himself.

Who happened to be his family? She wondered, but let it pass, as it was not her business, she told herself. She was soaked, as she could see everyone else was as well. What would become of the Foothills, she wondered. What was she suppose to do… she was technically not a healer… only having traveled with Willow from herd to herd in hopes of bring the healers together, to learn from each other. But maybe it was part instinct, part being born into it. She had witnessed enough and had leanred quite a bit as a human… but plant species could be different here than on Earth.

She sighed. So many things… It was then she realized she had completely forgot whose company she was in, and turning to Jackal, she bowed her regal visage, dripping of raindrops. Paying close attention, NADIRA took extra awareness as to not slice her leader with her horn, which spanned three feet in length from her brow. It meant a lot of care it took as to maneuvering and formalities and such. The rain had drowned her pelt so, it almost held a translucent appearance. Once silky locks that floated on the wind’s whisper now were weighed downed, and stringy.

“Pardon, Chief, for my rudeness. I am NADIRA. Willow’s apprentice and a good friend to Romani.”

She raised her pretty little dished profile to let her sapphire visionaries rest on Jackal. Words were light and harmonious. With nothing else to say, she decided it best to wait for the rest of group to arrive.