So I became one with the mists, and the tendrils of my nerves seemed to become a part of the lands themselves. There was no delay between their communication with me - I felt every footstep, saw every motion, comforted every member who was welcomed in the herd they called the Qian. And now - what was that? A newcomer, crossing the borders for the first time, being welcomed into the family that always seemed to be growing, expanding, gaining new blood, new ideas, new inspiration. I moved myself towards them, my ears forming atop my pewter crown just as a horn extends from my brow. I stand beyond the reach of the these mares, a few strides away, my form seemingly built by the foggy foundations of our home. A small smile curves my lips, as my tiara becomes more solid, I tilt it to the one who brought this newcomer. I did not recall meeting the painted belle before, however there was a chance my crown was simply too full of other facts of the realm that I had misplaced her name and face in my memories.
"Greetings, and welcome to the World's Edge. I am Hellena." My voice is a smooth hum, a deep and reassuring stroke of an artist's brush against their eardrums. "Please forgive us for our quiet, our Protectors have recently defended our home from invaders, and many are still recovering." I add, as a quiet explanation for the lack of a greeting party. A small frown creased my brow at the thought, though it passed swiftly. My expression softened again as I looked to the new mare, my inquiry gentle and light behind those deep violet pools. "What is the name of the newest soul to walk amongst our borders?"
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