The Pinnacle
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AURELIA
A voice called to Aurelia. Not just a voice, Otem's voice. Aurelia had met the mare a few days ago and in a moment of anger and adrenaline, Aurelia had basically run away from the thickly built mare. To run across her was not unpleasant. The pegasus's mind was put as ease knowing that Otem had made it out of the shadowy place just as Aurelia had. Otem had a knack for screaming like a wild ass in a myriad of different situations, as she was right now. Aurelia was close enough to hear her, but not necessarily close enough to make out the tribrid's words. Something about a gathering? Out of curiosity, the aurelian babe moved towards the source of all the ruckus. Eventually, Aurelia was a comfortable distance from Otem and halted. Her wings hung loosely beside her, hiding her fat, pregnant flanks. Her ears twisted actively on her cranium as she simply gazed at Otem. Aurelia's body sparkled brightly, thanks to the gold locket that she wore proudly around her neck, giving her an air of beauty and grace. The sparkles and the glowing of the beads in her mane made Aurelia appear very ethereal. Even the 'orb of healing' that fluttered around her body added to her overall glowy appeal. She matched the desert so well, and it showed. "Otem," she greeted. Her head slightly for a moment as a way of saying hello. From what she had understood, Otem was trying to make this a 'gathering place.' "Instead of making a gathering place, make a herd," she offered. "Afterall, you said anyone can do it." Otem had said those words to Aurelia mere days ago, dangling the opportunity in front of her like a treat, but she had declined. Aurelia had just thrown the words back at her. "Then your words would actually carry weight." Perhaps it was a sassy thing to say, but it was entirely true. Right now, Otem's words carried no weight. We were all equal now. The horses of the Rift would listen to Otem just as much as they would listen to any other horse. If she were a leader of a herd or group, horses would bend to her word more easily. One horse with no backing was worth much less than one leader with a herd behind them. Aurelia fell quiet now, waiting for the group to continue to form. She wondered who would show up and if they would remember her. ooc; i know we literally just finished our thread, but i wanted to hop on this because aurelia likes the idea of having a set gathering place and wants to try to get otem to form a herd/group! à la folie; to madness |
