Of Hamilton & Yasmine
Through the steamy air he marches along, carefully choosing his path across the lava streams. This land was far different from any he had traversed before, even in the lands of his youth, now sundered and gone. His bay coat is quickly becoming dark with sweat from the endless humidity, and Voltage wonders just how long it had taken the residents to become accustomed to living in a sauna. He endures it, committed to his mission. He had been assigned to visit not one, as the others of his new caste had, but *two* lands to extend the invitations to Sylva for Gryffen's six-day fiesta, and had tossed a mental coin to choose which one to start his trip off with. He decides to halt before he gets very far into the interior; the cremello had warned him that this land's ruler was not to be trifled with. Trespassing too far in without an invitation might jeopardize what he had been sent to do, and that would not do at all. So the stallion waits, so motionless he might well be a statue, until he can hear the thoughts of someone approaching his location to suss out this intruder. When they are close enough that he can hear their hooves as well, and he can acknowledge their coming without tipping his mental hand, he turns to face their direction, easily coaxing a pleasant smile onto his muzzle to appear nonthreatening. "Hello, my name is Voltage, from Sylva. I have been sent as an envoy from Gryffen, its new leader, to announce a six day celebration of autumn to be held within its borders. All are invited and welcome to attend, and there shall be peace between the celebrants during this time. " And then he is silent, eyes fixed upon the other horse, awaiting their words as well as their inner thoughts.
(Yep he likes to snoop in other ponies' heads, and he's learned to be pretty good at it hehe. He's still bound by telepath trait rules though. Since they're also supposed to be fact-gathering, he will be snooping as discreetly as he can manage. )
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