Wherever I am is exactly where I'm supposed to be [Sorea, ANY]

[Ashara]

ASHARA

The statement was a shock to the palomino, but the look on her face was more of intrigue. “Doesn’t seem to be a problem.” She says with a wink. Who was she to judge, after all she had her own secret flaw. Her mind quickly thinks of the Falls and their healing powers, perhaps they could help, if she wanted it. Her thoughts are interrupted by Jedi’s approach. Her smile broadens and she bumps his shoulder playfully as he so gentlemanly introduces himself. In the wake of such play and questions the scent of the queen enters her nostrils and Ashara’s amber pools search for the approaching equine. She meets her embrace, honoured by her presence.

“Yes, this is Sorea. She has decided to join the kingdom. I brought her here for introductions and to see the place before escorting her to the Dale where she agreed to ­join Phaedrus’s herd.” She took the liberty to introduce the mare. “Unless we convince her to stay here as a resident.” She gave a coy smile to Jedi, hoping they might have a connection. She felt bad her painted comrade still hadn’t found love when his gallant nature was surely deserving to give and receive it. “Sorea was just saying she might be interested in diplomacy.” The golden mare mentions to the bay and coral woman.

If you're ever gonna find a silver lining
It's gotta be a cloudy day

@[Sorea]