It has not been long since Lucrezia dispersed from the shadows of Tephra. She had found that a haven away from everyone was needed, isolation from it all. It was a time for her to think and understand what she wanted. As to this day she still seems to struggle with the past memories of the old world, before the Reckoning had come. Even so, she does not allow such things to be granted amnesty. Lucrezia was a stubborn one and enough to push forward past it.

Lucrezia finds herself wandering aimlessly through Tephra. She has taken time to truly get to know the ins and outs of the land she now truly calls home now. If there was anything she was fond of here in this land, it was the constant heat. The humid air reminded her of the once golden sand dunes she lived in. But she had come to appreciate the other aspects that made this place what it was. For instance, she had grown liking for the small volcano and dangerous streams of lava. The hot spring water was refreshing on cooler nights of the year. She might have wished for cleaner air near the volcano so she could explore it more, but, for now, such an adventure would have to wait.

Her nutmeg eyes spot the black thoroughbred not so far from her pathway. Lucrezia is unfamiliar with the stallion, but by his distant scent she knows he is not from here. Part of her at this moment would shoo such an outsider away from her home; instead she comes to believe he does not intent to harm anyone here. Her hoof moves forward and then the others follow after as she makes her way to the black stallion.

“Hello there,” she says warmly as a smile grows to each corner of her mouth. Lucrezia gives the stranger a slight tilt of her head, looking him over one last time before returning her gaze to his own blue eyes. “Welcome to Tephra. I’m Lucrezia.” The beginning of conversations has always been easy for her. In fact, at one time she had been given the position of head diplomat in the sandy kingdom.

The beginning of this conversation feels old and timeless. It reminds her of the traditional way kingdom had once answered to the call of newcomers. But, for always, that might be the way Lucrezia comes to greet others. It is all she knows, and anything different is foreign to her but is never unaccepted by her. She is always warm and welcoming to new ideas that all play in part to the greater good beyond her.

The black stallion offers her a grin and a polite bow of his head in greeting to her. She smiles at his thoughtfulness in the gesture. “A pleasure to meet you as well, Dahmer.” Her voice is still warm and sweet. The skills of being friendly and mindful of another have been mastered easily by her. Lucrezia has never thought anything more of ensuring guests and newcomers were given but the highest welcome to where she lived. However, his next comment is rather out of the ordinary for her. “Thank you,” she says with a blush hinting slightly at her cheeks. Lucrezia has been given compliments before. She was not a stranger in knowing she had inherited striking characteristics and beauty.

“Although I could say the same about your blue eyes too. They are very striking on you.” She adds with a small smirk spreading across her lips quickly followed by a light laugh. Lucrezia has never forgotten her sense of humor, despite her normal business mannerism when it came to meeting others. The mare did always prefer to have conversations that were filled with humor and wit, but she knew when it was time to be serious and dedicated to any task that needed to be completed.

Her head tilts to the side at his next question. The smile still lingers on her small lips, as her nutmeg eyes light up playfully. “I have been here for a while now, ever since Magnus and a couple others petitioned for the land at the Mountain.” She recalls her and Magnus’ meeting easily and when he had invited her to Tephra. She could never thank Magnus for what he had done—for allow her to have a safe haven and another chance to start over in a healthy way. “Magnus is wonderful, isn’t he?” She says admirably, though it is friendly and genuine. Her relationship with Magnus had started off on the right foot right away.

At the mention of the volcano and now snow, she laughs. “Yes, the volcano is rather interesting. I have yet to explore it truly.” She says peering over her shoulder to take a look at it. “I don’t think you’ll ever have a chance of seeing snow here.” Lucrezia turns her head back to meet his blue gaze. “I never really liked the snow anyway. It’s a little too cold for my liking.” The sun was always more warm and welcoming than the bitter cold in her opinion.

Lucrezia is beginning to find this new stranger named Dahmer pleasant. She enjoys the way he jokes around. The mare has always enjoyed a good laugh. She also enjoyed conversations that were witty and challenged her to be a little better than the other one. If anything, Lucrezia enjoyed an easy conversation that was filled with laughter and playful sarcasm. It was also welcoming to have such a conversation like right now since lately she has been feeling a down—but truly has been a lingering feeling these last couple years. “I’ll try not to,” she says with a soft smile, a hint of laughter sparking in her eyes.

At the mention of exploring, Lucrezia is all ears. “Yes!” She says with excitement. Lucrezia has always enjoyed exploring the world. It was how she learned every part of Beqanna and all that it held. And was one of her fondest memories of her childhood. Lucrezia watches as he eyes light up with mischief. She smiles at his next words. “Oh, you are scared of the volcano already?” She laughs happily at him playfully.

When Magnus approaches, her attention turns to him. A smile lifts up her lips as he chuckles. “Hello Magnus.” She greets him with a tilt of her head back at his acknowledgment of her. “How are you doing today?” And then turns her attention back to Dahmer. “Hopefully, the trip has prepared you for exploring the volcano.” Her voice and eyes are filled with a little mischief at Dahmer.