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Curled ears flicked in the direction of the stranger upon the girl’s approach. The winged mare was clearly wary. Her immediate reaction was to flee to the skies, but the sheer exhaustion of her journey kept her rooted to the earth. However upon further evaluation of the figure, the once priestess determined that maybe this stranger did not pose a threat. At least not yet. So she resisted the temptation to turn and flee.
What’s your name, the girl asked. It should have been an easy question with a simple answer. But the pale woman had never been given a name. She’d been called many things, but never once had she been bestowed with a name of her own. Most often, she was known as the Pythia - the Oracle - who interpreted the will of the goddess. She’d always known this to be a farce, a show used by those more powerful to manipulate the masses. But that had been her role nonetheless.
An uncomfortable moment passed as the woman struggled to keep the confusion from her face. Her mind whirled as she struggled to find the appropriate answer. And before she even consciously realized, she was speaking. ”Thia. My name is Thia.” Phythia. Thia. She wasn’t completely severing her ties to her homeland, but it was a fresh start all the same. Her voice was thick, full of emotions that even Thia herself didn’t fully understand. Sadness. Relief. Joy. It was all there.
”It is good to meet you, Dawn.” It was an overly formal greeting, perhaps, but Thia knew no other life than one that demanded formality in all things. She dipped her slender head to the girl.
”What is this place, Dawn?” Eagerness flickered in the pale woman’s black eyes before she carefully composed herself once more.
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Dawn
sorry these posts are gonna suck a lot till i get the hang of her.
