| Outcast atk: 7 | def: 10.5 | dam: 3 |
| Mare :: Unicorn :: 15hh :: 5 HP: 65 | Buff: NOVICE |
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Wynter :: Royal Griffin :: Draining Clutch
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It's not the dog in the fight,
but the fight in the dog
Arah, regal as ever strolled beside Ophelia, the stag she assumed was named Archibald and Roland. The only sign of their approach to The Basin for a while was the drop in temperature. The trip home was silent and actually rather pleasant. Her golden orbs looked forward, her hair left small trails in the snow as they walked forward. Freezing wind blew, rattling Arah's bones as they wondered through the pass. It was definitely colder than The Basin. Her thoughts where rather cheerful through, Roland and Arah had been successful. Psyche was not an easy one to impress, although this achievement would no doubt do rather good things for her in Psyche's books. The Basin rolled out before her and Arah truly smiled for the first time. Relief washed through her and the smile was firmly settled on her lips. She wondered if Psyche already knew they were here, the border of Aurora Basin was never left unprotected.
She looked over to Roland wondering if he was as happy as she was to be home again. No doubt he would also be over the moon that they had been successful. Arah eyes wondered over The Basin's borders and one thought entered her mind. Home. Her eyes turned to her company from the foothills wondering if they minded the cold weather. Well it really didn't matter all that much, they shouldn't be here for long. But where was Arah's leaders?
As soon as the thoughts entered her mind the stallion she thought was named Deimos came into the scene. Arah was quite sure he was a leading warrior of The Basin. He studied the small party and Arah bowed her head in greeting. Arah was even happier to spot d'Artagnan. Arah assessed his look that he sent her way as confused. Arah glanced at Ophelia then set her eyes back on d'Artagnan. "Brothers," Arah glanced at the Grey stallion, still a little unsure of his name. "This is Ophelia, leader of The Grey and Archibald, their head warrior." Arah frowned and turned to Archibald not sure what his actual title was. She looked back over to her two brothers. "Psyche needs to know of our arrival as soon as possible." Either that or they should all head into The Basin now and find their leader. Her golden eyes rested into the distance for a moment and wondered if Psyche would appear any moment now. She always did seem when to arrive at the correct time. Arah then also wondered if Psyche would call a herd meeting soon, so far everything had been kept on the quiet. She wondered if Roland would mind going and getting Psyche if she didn't appear soon, if not Arah would be more than happy to go fetch their leader.
Her orbs turned on Roland. "Would you like me to go fetch her?"
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Tag; Ophelia, Archibald, Roland, d'Artagnan, Deimos, Psyche and Open.
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[O] Confirmation [Roland/Arah/Archi/Psyche + others]
