Rainforest Cliffs
An attempt at starting a Helovian charrie meet-up/base camp so they can stick together and learn about the Rift!
Ingrid hadn't been expecting anyone to come, but that didn't stop the wave of disappointment she felt upon realizing that the only ones who turned up were complete strangers. She longed for a familiar face, but anyone from a familiar land would have to do. A mare had appeared out of the forest with a young foal in toe. Ingrid shuffled back and forth while she waited for them to get close enough to talk to her, splashing her belly with water hooves plunked into the stream. It took a while, but finally they got within a comfortable talking distance. The stranger spoke first. "Who are you?" Meanwhile her foal, far less afraid, asked if she could go play in the water, which made Ingrid chuckle.
What a little cutie! Just then, Ingrid felt a pang of pity for the foal. She wasn't even a year old, and she'd be spending the rest of her life in this new hell-world. She probably wouldn't even think that when she grew up, for how could she know how awful this place was with nothing compare it to? Ingrid shut her eyes and tried taking a few deep breaths. She needed to seem welcoming, and this train of thought was just going to piss her off.
"I'm Ingrid," she told the mother. "I used to belong to the World's Edge. What might your names be?"
@Calypso @Sapphira
