Beqanna. That's right. Warstorm had forgotten the kingdom's name, if she ever knew it at all. Her days have been filled with glorious wandering, fulfilling that craving for a vagabond's freedom she's had since she was a weanling. That desire to go wherever the wind takes her that her father stomped into the dirt from the never moment it presented itself, because she had dUtIeS to fulfill as the king's only daughter. Gods above, did she ever hate it.
But here? Here, the young mare has studiously avoided her father and enjoyed the wind drifted life for the last year or so. But so long alone will take it's toll on most well-adjusted equines, and Warstorm was never an antisocial pegasus. It's time for her to find and make friends, forge new family ties, do something with her life she can be happy with.
"This place is lovely," the mare admits, shaking her head a little to get her wild black forelock out of her eyes. She pauses, blue eyes unfocusing a little, ears going sideways as something else catches her attention, but she shakes it off quickly. She's never felt the foal kick before now, and it's a weird, weird feeling. "But maybe not home material. It seems like horses come here to find a home." Warstorm focuses on Lepis, smiling kindly, earnestly. "Is Loess nice?"
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