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Ava
The curled ears twist and move unsure as the sea eyes look down at this creature half covered in mud. For a moment the companion is a distraction. The deer, one she’d seen tied to Helovians before, moves away, behind the others back. The girl tries to comfort herself that perhaps he’s just shy, or not used to strangers, but it certainly does not improve anything for her. It is just another hit for the pearl to see distrust, however non-personal it was, thrown at her.
At least the fallen creature speaks, breaking her gaze on the stag and pulling her attention back. “Oh” She merely says, her voice leaving it like hanging like a period at the end of a sentence. The girl looks around them, as if looking for some sign of trouble, but there’s nothing except him, in his crumpled pile, in a puddle. She’s drawn back to him as he affirms his health, but her head tilts. He still didn’t get up. He looked utterly exhausted, with his coat damp with sweat, but then maybe that was just from the rain. Unsure the girl stands there for a moment, her feathers beside her shifting slightly, but her kind heart is unable to remain passive long. She steps closer, lowering her refined head. “Here let me-“ Oh dear. The mare’s nose wrinkled and she recoiled slightly, the smell of his…trouble, now coming to her. “Oh…” Was all she could bring herself to say as he stepped back. The manners keeping her from doing much more. Thankfully another soon brings a change of subject.
He was a unicorn, but not the usual natural colors of the Helovians. The creature was a dark tiger stripped, but it was his eyes, purple and feline that caught the girl’s attention. The scars did not. Her own land being too full of them to warrant much of her concern. Still his words, though trying to be of some help made her harks flick back and her eyes narrow with distrust. Helovian? She had been born here. This was her home. You don’t look it. You say you don’t feel it… She bites her lip. Had she not just been saying it didn’t feel like home? Was her magic which wrapped around her not still dead. The bay stallion below gets little attention now as the girl shifts looking on to the other, her wings rustle. “I was born here.” She says, her voice gaining something…something deeper, more awake. A slight breath of air, only a thread, moved through the tassels of her tail, but it is soon dead still again, gone unnoticed by her. But she does not call herself home, nor does she call herself not Helovian. What was not said, said more than what was.
The shadow wrapped stallion speaks again though and the girl finally looks back to the other upon the ground. “He’s right…you should at least stand…” At least get out of your own puddle…Her voice had fallen flat again though, the deeper edge in it once more gone. And though her harks feel back flat on her head at the smell, the girl attempted to reach out and touch his shoulder, laying or standing. Something to draw the stallion from whatever kept his thoughts. Look at her. Some joke, a lost mare trying to show a stallion where he was.
"their speech goes here and this is the color
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Rainforest Cliffs
