⍢Celeana⍢
She isn't shocked. She isn't frightened. She isn't the least bit mystified as Archam. She knows Nixie is fine, she's more than fine. She's blessed. The Faeries had granted her with a gift, a gift quite like what the spirit of the jungle granted new sisters. This was not to think little of but, it did guarantee Nixie was not only needed within the Jungle but was destined to join the sisterhood.
The girl bows her head in a matter of respect. Something like this doesn't happen to often in beqanna, most equine are gifted with such abilities at birth, others earn them in the different dimensions of quests. But Nixie was granted her wings from the faeries of Beqanna. Her ebony lobes swivel to the deep vocals of Archam, once again asking the same god damn question. "She's fine. She's strong." Celeana states with a less snarky tone.
This conversation is going no where. Archam continues on playing the sympathetic card, as if he gave a real damn about Nixie. So Celeana decided to let out straight and simple, "The Jungle needs strong, dependent equine. Something that you seem up to the challenge?" She rolls her shoulders in a relaxed motion. "So, Nixie. Would you prefer a life within a herd? Or a life apart of a respectable sisterhood?" She tilts her head awaiting an answer. Whether she would return back with a future sister or return to her kingdom alone.
Ass-Kicker Of Men

@[Nixie] @[Archam]
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