Common

a sense of adventure, for the wanderer, was the keystone of life. long since her youth had she seen her sense of caution be discarded. it was simple, in eos's mind: life was much more interesting without it. yet, as she entered the commons, she had the distinct feeling of a lamb sent to slaughter. the wolves may gather, and be at her throat. a delicate sensibility would have seen her avoid the trivialities of dominance and possession. and mind you, though she carried herself artfully and with poise, eos dare not call herself something of a lady. though, as the other mare approached, eos was quick to think the stranger one. a smile warmed her features as shaydowfax spoke. a warm expression, if not touched a little by relief. a home, she offered. a home. now that had become something of a strange idea to eos. it had been an idea abandoned in another lifetime, in another province. she gave no pause, in reply. for whatever reason, eos thought shaydowfax a better option than going it alone for this chapter. " i hadn't thought that far to be honest, shaydowfax. " a statement that came punctuated with a sheepish change of expression. " but if you're offering, i shall accept. i'm eos. "