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F a e l e n e
time is always running out
ooc:sorry this took me so long, got sick.
The Basin was usually warm, what Faelene would describe as perfect. Never getting too cold or hot. In this time of season it was considerably nice, especially when compared to the white world that helped protect their valley. Today there was a light dust of snow among the mountains that made a chill hang at the nape of her neck. The red maned usually wouldn't mind it, but with her tightening rib cage, the swell of her stomach she did not want it to get colder. Nature had a way for preparing the unborn, but Faelene already knew the strange circumstances surrounding her first child were enough.
Silver eyes tracing along the peaks, the air was definitely cooler, breaking across her nose as she stole another breath. The mare walked in quick strides, thinking of wandering deeper into the trees. The day was starting to dwindle, but she only felt tired by the new weight she carried. A shake of her head, she sighed wondering how much bigger she would get, and when the questions would begin. Suddenly something caught her eye, a frosty silhouette that could only belong to one. Arah. The Phantom who must be eager to get started. Faelene only meeting her once was eager to talk her when there were no other eyes. Would she be different only in Faelene's presence? Or the same? The red maned didn't feel she knew her, though she was starting to a get a hold of little things.
A raise of her nose, the lady softly nickered to the young mare while lifting her legs higher to try to catch up. Such a gait was different, but it wasn't difficult, and Faelene managed to cut some distance between them. By the time she reached where the antlered stood, looking upon their home, she was panting. Quickly the dark cloaked mare twisted her tail behind her, and sucked in a greater amount of air. The raising speed of her heart was welcomed, though she waited a minute to speak. "Feeling more like home?" She asked, brandishing a short smile while her eyes met the golden pair of Arah's. She wasn't great at small talk, but the question was sincere.
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We steal, then we ride. [Faelene & Open]
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