The shadow clans had left her alone and she, in return, had left them be. At times she thought she had caught a glimpse of eyes in the woods, watching her. Yet she never felt fear or the creepy feeling one gets when being watched unaware. It was a simple peace, a quiet truce. For all Taiga’s eeriness, she had grown rather fond of the mist and fog. The lush foliage to hide in. It reminds her of simpler times, it’s the closest she has found to the fallen jungles intrigue. Trading humidity and the caw of parrots for the chill of the ocean vapor and tranquility.
Perhaps that’s why it’s taken her so long to leave them, the safety of the trees and it’s silent guardians.
The decision to leave them though is certain.
She cannot haunt these woods, alone, any longer. She refuses to fade into nothingness like everyone else that had once called this place home. Her mind is focused on Nerine and so she doesn’t catch the fire fanning in her direction. Not until the stranger clears his throat and she angles her head towards the call, the gold of her eyes catching in the red sunset of him.
It has been so long since she had seen another, so long since anyone had spoken to her, so long since she had seen a friendly face. For a moment she loses her voice, becomes uncharacteristically lost for words. Senses return and she finds herself smiling as she gazes up at the tall stallion through long lashes, angling her skull to avoid his face with her horn. “I am.” She says, considering him. “Although for how much longer I can’t be certain.”
He doesn’t carry the scents of sea mist or heavy fog, a visitor then. “I’m Bardot.” She offers politely, “What brings you here, Lannister?” She is curious to what has drawn the flame hued pegasus to the quiet North, what he might be seeking in the stillness of the forest. Would he be disappointed to find it so still or was that what he was searching for?
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