» An Unexpected Party

Apparently the call of the wind—at least, that’s what Zahra had plainly presumed it to be—had been a phenomenon experienced by more than just she and Eleos. As she and Illham crossed the threshold between the foul smelling Tar Pits and the Pinnacle, it became quite obvious that a vast number of bodies were gathering; her pale yellow eyes beheld their seething mass with wary interest, not altogether trusting of the Rift’s cunning plan, and paused a short distance from the rest to assess the unexpected situation. A chorus of voices, rising and falling, laughter, touched her pricked ears, suggesting that whatever the event, the audience was light of heart and remarkably carefree. Daylight soaked the region, thankfully, and the shadows which had long haunted the North had all but vanished from sight. Zahra sighed softly, turning to find the painted stallion she kept company with. “What do you suppose this is about?” she asked vaguely, not expecting Eleos to produce any valid explanation, more articulating that it—they—were a rather unexpected discovery. She was all too aware of his broken faith and lingered a while longer. When the draper was content with her silent observations and had gathered heart enough to continue, her neck craned around so that she might offer the stallion a reassuring, gentle nuzzle. “Wait if you like. I will return once I’ve figured it out,” then turning back to the crowd, Zahra and her tiny bonded, picked a slow path between warm bodies (for the cold of Freeze seemed not to touch them any longer), searching for any that might seem familiar.

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Happy first birthday to the Rift :)  May we see many more!
Thank you to our wonderful admins for all that you have inspired us with.
- Anything from your Aspirations thread, determined by dice roll
- Yes to mutations

(Anyone is welcome to approach Zahra! She doesn't bite anymore)
@Eleos