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[Darking]

good gone girl, she’s got nothing left to lose She’s watching Rowyn chase after a particularly quick fish, when she becomes abruptly aware of a powerful mind. It appears without warning, out of nothing, and decades of experience have taught Darking that means only one thing. A magician. She is immediately on the alert, and sends feelers out - never probing into the mind (no, that would be asking for trouble), but feeling around it, getting a sense of it. Thankfully the presence does not appear hostile, but she is still wary. She has had many experiences with magicians over the course of her long life and she knows they are not to be trifled with. The presence shifts and draws closer, and Darking suddenly spots a black mare approaching them from the other side of the oasis. The mare pauses at the lake side for a moment, and Darking senses some magic at work before the mare continues in their direction. She barely has time to register a delighted squeal from her daughter before the mare is standing before her. The stranger welcomes them, and Darking bows her head and smiles politely. “Why thank you.” She’s still wary however, and takes a few steps towards the lake so that she can see what had caught Rowyn’s attention. A large silver fish is bumping gently against the yearling’s legs. Hmmm. She shoots the magician a glance. She has a strong suspicion where that came from. She’ll let it be for now (it doesn’t seem dangerous, and she doesn’t want to risk offending), but she plans on keeping an eye on it. She’s about to introduce herself, when the sound of yet more hooves sliding through sand catches her attention. She’d been so absorbed with the presence of the magician, that she hadn’t even noticed the other mind approaching. It’s another mare, with a tattooed buckskin coat, and Darking suspects that this one is also more than she seems. Thankfully the buckskin introduces both herself and the magician, and Darking nods to the both of them. “A pleasure to meet you as well. I’m Darking and my daughter over there,” she flicks her head to the oblivious yearling who’s now giggling and chasing the silver fish, “is Rowyn. And I think we’ve settled in quite nicely, thank you!” Or at least Rowyn certainly has. DARKING