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[Feyre]

Feyre

It was a faint sound at first, some garbled desert bird call or so she thought. Until she realized that it was coming closer...and closer. She is finally able to make out that it is someone talking to...themselves? She turns to look back at the trail and with a curious glance moves a bit closer to the edge where she can see the duo climbing their way up. It it with amusement that she comes to some kind of a guess as to what they were. Obviously magicked. Probably by their beautiful queen. The caracal was talking to the yearling who could not but probably telepathy?

Ah well, she would wait and see.

So she moves back away from the edge, not wanting to crowd them as they come up over that last stretch of rocks. She sees the cat first, a small smile curling her lips as his words become much easier to understand instead of the garbled mess that she had tried to decipher on the path up.

She has to hold back her laugh while she watches and listens, thoroughly amused by the duo. Only when she is finally saw did she say anything. "Hello." She steps forwards, closing the distance between them into a comfortable talking zone. "I'm Feyre." She looks around at his question, then turns back to meet the eyes of Qatar and then Alek. "Indeed." She wasn't quite sure what to say at this moment because she wanted to know....so out she comes with it.

"So, what your deal?" She nods to the caracal, looking first at Qatar and then back to Alek. She was a little blunt...okay a lot and didn't like to tiptoe around anything really. No use beating around the bush at it. If you didn't ask you wouldn't know.

Its then Vanquish makes his arrival known when a happy squeal. Her head turns to him, smiling when she see him. She returns his squeal with a whicker, waiting for him to land. She is amused and smiles when he teases the boys, her laughter ringing in the air before she stretches her nose out to touch Vanquishes. "Not as much as you have." She says with cheek. "I can only strive to be as tall as you are." She says with another grin, sliding her nose from his to tug gently on his mane as it hangs on his neck.

“If at first you don't succeed, try, try again. Then quit. No use being a damn fool about it.”

photo by Vitor Schietti