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A sharp yawn cracked the face of the Mare's Visage, after so many days of travel she had worked out a few days of rest and relaxation from her not-so-busy schedule. Already she was finding herself getting used to the frigid temperatures, the permafrost, and even the sometimes hock deep snow. Wounds gained from the travel had already started to heal, though she found herself still sore as a well beaten equine.
Cloven hooves snapped and crackled beneath her as they hacked through the frozen ground, bordering her new home. Already she had explored the inside, finding a well suitable cavern to call her own, and take a shallow dip in the hot spring before munching on the grass that surrounded it. Now, she was bored.
At least when she was off on her own, she could travel any place she deemed fit, if she became bored with the scenery she could change it... but here... here she was pondering around and well stuck in a life she didn't quite understand. It had a name, yes that it did... it was called a Herd. Even after a few days within said herd, she didn't quite know what to do, and found herself rather tentative at trying to talk to other unicorns besides Voodoo. It wasn't that she was afraid of them, well sort of... but she didn't trust them, not yet anyhow. Just because they had horns on their heads didn't make them trustworthy.
Around she came, towards the pass that would bring her in, back to the springs to quell the ache already starting to travel up her legs and carry on deep into her shoulders. The walk was nice, it stretched her joints... but her heart wasn't really in it.
A sound up the well worn path brought her attention out of her head, and towards a grey stallion approaching. Almost immediately her body stiffened, ready to roll forward and attack. Myrah acted more on fight instincts than flight, perhaps it was just her stubborn nature or proud lineage, or just the fact that she wasn't exactly the fastest unicorn out there, what ever the case, she was poised for action. Friend or foe? Was he a part of the herd or a stranger?
Nares flared as she tried to drink in his scent, but alas the wind was not in her favor. Now it came down to two different options... Friendly introduction, or aggressive? For all she knew, he could be the lead of the herd, and introducing herself for the first time to the lead in an aggressive way could get her knocked down a couple of pegs... or boot her from the herd.
"May I ask who you are and where you hail from?" her voice came, half way between guarded and friendly. At least this way she could make a smooth recovery if she must. Yet it also made a clear point that she did not know him as part of the herd. Not that she knew many of the herd as it was. Regardless, if she let a stranger in without cause, she would look foolish and definitely lose points with whom ever the higher ups were.
"Myrah Speaks"
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