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[Aurboro]

-IF YOU KNOW THE WHY, YOU CAN LIVE ANY HOW-

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Her bodice swelled with anticipation. Or, perhaps apprehension? In her time apart from others, she had fantasized about stumbling upon living souls. People with whom she could converse with. Laugh with. It turns out that she isn't a great conversationalist, at least when it came to talking to herself. The buzzards and birds would circle overhead, and although she didn't understand their squawks, she was certain they were laughing at her. Truth be told, if she were outside of herself looking in, her brow would raise as well. Is she losing her mind? She had always prided herself on her ability to forget judgements and opinions, but failed when it came to her own sanity. She was an extremely difficult prosecutor of herself.

It was still early, and the morning finches had just started whistling their tune. However, as the world is rubbing the sleep from it's eyes, the autumn mare finds herself in the company of a golden lady. The stranger almost seems to glimmer in the morning light, and she can't help but feel a ping of jealousy. This mare, unknown to her, strides up, and if the palomino had told her that she was queen of the realm, she would believe her. The mare, introducing herself as Aela, seemed younger then her, though not by much. Creamy locks fell from her skin, much like her own. But where Aela dazzled in gold, she gleamed in copper. She nodded her head, a small acknowledgement to the other mare's introduction. 

"Hmm, I find it rather quaint. Especially during this time of day. It's my pleasure, Aela. My name is Aurboro, but please, call me Ro."

Aurboro returned the mares smile with a quirk of her own lips. It has been a while since she had spoken to another, and she can hear the notes of her accent breaking through the syllables. She had to remind herself of the small nickname given to her by the young charges of her previous herd. For a moment, she wondered how they were fairing. The mothers were guards and fighters, while Ro was their gentle guide. She remembers teaching the colts how to weave daisy's into their sisters forelocks and in turn, teaching the girls to stand up for themselves. With a nostalgic feeling welling up her heart she met Aela's sapphire eyes with her amber ones.

"Are you part of a herd, Aela? Or are you a nomad like myself? I must say, it can get quite lonely with just myself to talk to. It's much to quiet on the road and I'll admit I find myself a bit annoying."

@Aela