Behold the Mist [Open to Everyone. XD]

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The dappled fae slowly gazed along the sandy shores of the land. Gazing around she let out a small nicker to anyone that was around. Her brown eyes caught the light of the sun. Curiously looking around, she wondered if anyone owned this land or if there were even other equines around. She let out a soft sigh and picked up a trot along the sandy beach. Hoping she would come across others eventually.

Thoughts travelled through the faes mind. She gazed out to the blue sea. Hoping she had come to the right place. She had heard of an island far off that was home to some other equines. She desperately hoped there were others here. The fae closed her eyes softly. Taking in a deep breath. Opening her eyes. Wondering what lied ahead.

[Itasca[Tazz]]

Itasca saw the vixen stream into the lands. She knew it was a Fae because of her features. She was refined, but had bone mass to her. She carmel vixen strode in the middle of the sand carpet they lay underneath of her pillars. She smiled sweetly even though her target was near a forth of a mile away. She would wait for the stray vixen to approach her. Itasca eliminated all the signs of a threat form her voice and stance. Mariah wiggled through the trees reaching beach which they stood on. She slowly lifted her dreads carrying them above her figure. Her banner whipped at her hock with the breaths that Mariah breathed. If you do not know who Mariah is, then let me introduce you to many, she is known as the wind. To Itasca. She was a good friend. The striking beautiful vixen stood awaiting her new friend arrival. Friend or Rival. You can only choose were you stand. Let's see where this figure takes us.

[thelostdisease]

The fae gazed around herself then to the sea. She hazed forward. Seeing a equine. She blinked. Not sure if what she was seeing was actually there. She nickered softly to herself. She hadn't seen others in so long it seemed. By the build of the equine she was pretty sure it was a fae. She nickered loud enough to the fae and walked over.

Now standing about a meter away from the chestnut fae in front of her, she let out a greeting saying she was here to do no harm. Just in case. She was never sure what others intentions were. Irish watched the fae. Hoping she had the say intentions as being friendly too.

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[Itasca[Tazz]]

Itasca smiles sweetly dipping her head showing respect. You wander alone. That for a reason Itasca Closed her optics lids and realized she was new. That is why she was here. This was the welcoming land. Names Itasca are yours? She wondered what alliance this mare was. She didn't want to offend her by her selflessness-word?- She tossed her dial periodically whipping the dreads form her optics. She flared her mug-strils breathing in gasps of oxygen. Her banner swished slightly.


sorry no muse

[thelostdisease]

[Lol. That's okay. I don't have much either.]

The fae smiled a bit to Itasca. "Mine's Irish Mist. You can call me Irish though." She said softly. She had an Irish accent when she talked. Hence the 'Irish' in her name. She gazed around. The sea breeze carefully blowing her mane. She gazed back to the fae in front of her. "Where might I be?" She asked. Wondering what these lands were called and if they were owned or not.

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