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While Faelene should have eagerly met her Lady's call, today there was hesitance weighing her limbs. In fact the red maned had barely moved, shuffling snow from her coat when Sielu had bounded toward the gathering herd. By that time she knew she needed to follow, but she did so with a slow purposeful walk. She rather not be in the middle of this, it already felt chaotic by the number of followers.
Twitching her dark ears, silver eyes looked for a patch of white but only saw Kou. This couldn't be a good sign.
Tentatively, she searches for a purple hide, and barely sees Sielu trying to blend with the others. The winter was not treating her kindly, and Faelene headed to her, brushing along her. Feeling they might be here awhile, as she felt the need to speak she thought about her red velvet blanket that was lined in white, and it appeared upon her back. Feeling the cool energy, she gripped it, sliding it onto her daughter's back. Softly smiling she offered her a brief nudge, feeling she might want to remain. Mindful she drifted closer to the front. Brief gazes were offered to those around, but she would have to get to know them later.
Surprise rose her brows, Kri and Psyche had fought? There was a sense of dread, thinking about Ari the Pegasus that would not seem to go back to where she belonged. Could she have been from the Throat? Faelene would have to find out later, happy to to know Psyche had been the victorious one. This contract with the Grey she wasn't sure if it was the best idea. Would they really help? What she had heard they didn't sound neutral and she did not want to watch her back twice. The DarkEmpress continued to speak, the red maned understood their lack of options. This was her trying to protect them. Which made Faelene know she was doing right in holding respect, for continuing to serve the amber eyed Lady. The Thief was quiet after that, merely thinking, studying the expressions of her fellow Unicorns, and forming her own ideas.
Now, became the time to say what she needed. Addressing the brindle stallion about a blanket seemed the first place to start. "Crowley, could you make a blanket for Sielu?" Faelene was glad he was a bit back to normal, but it seemed he had a different variety of symptoms she tried not to stare at. Raising her head, silver eyes directed to the Empress, their General, and the Phantoms. "If anyone needs go near the Throat, I rather I was the one to do it, and alone if need be." What bothered her was leaving Sielu, because she wasn't sure who she trusted beyond Mauja. Who didn't have their own kids to watch. Faelene couldn't help wonder where was he in this presenting danger? Again, cast it aside thinking she would find an alternative.
"I am sure the hot bloods of the Throat will think twice before attacking here in the blistering cold, but yes let us not let our guard down they are not very sensible in their choices," she agreed with the deformed colt's wise words. While she wasn't sure if he had beaten death or barely managed to escape by Sielu she was finding many things were possible, and his presence did not bother her.
The stallion with a very unusual curled horn, and vivid eyes like the moon began explaining of a Pegasus with a very eerie ability. "What did she look like?" The red maned questioned, because she wanted to know where this one lived, like they needed that messing with the male's heads. Of coarse she wasn't sure she liked her foot being stepped on by their other Corporal. Scouts had to know how to keep from provoking the enemy, not egg it on. Faelene trusted Arah, and Roland by their recent accomplishment. Maybe, she was taking Illynx the wrong way, she had no idea what she meant about mimics. Briefly she closed her eyes, wishing this could have been an uneventful Frostfall. Arah's voice, Faelene perked, flashing her and Roland a grateful smile, small but still worth something.
Then they were talking about a dead Pegasus, and Faelene wasn't sure if she should be satisfied or horrified. Maybe, the Throat would come knocking sooner rather than later. Maybe, Unicorns blood boiled and that's what kept them warm here. She was certain if it came to war, she wouldn't mind taking the Throat down a notch with the Edge. If only they could severe their ties, would the Grey be the key?
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