Force-claiming is not allowed here. This is a peaceful, neutral area meant for socialising.
Her eyes dance across the new landscape, the call of the unknown beckoning her with such force that her large hooves shifted in the loose sand as she awaited her sister’s judgement. The shrewd reply she receives is not at all surprising, causing her own lips to turn upwards, eyes crinkling with a smile as she swung her large head back towards her twin. Gilene was ever the more critical of the two of them, a balance to her often too optimistic out look on most things which was often much needed even if Nephele rarely took it to heart. Not that she did not value the dappled woman’s perspective, and heeded her words when necessary, but it never put a damper on her own spirits.
She closed her eyes momentarily, breathing in deeply the crisp, foreign air before they began to move inland. Nephele followed nothing other than the pull in her chest which beckoned her deeper within the Island’s heart and from there she could feel it branching off, smaller currents running towards individuals who were still but strangers and another, larger current which threaded off North East. Though she knew not where it led, she had no doubts about following its guidance, absentmindedly questioning if her sister felt it in her own way. They shared the affinity born to them both, but she knew it manifested in each of them differently and was not entirely sure how much her twin felt of the call. The trip had been done mostly on her sisters’ faith in what the dark sister felt, a lifetime of trust and belief built up between the pair, but she knew it would not stop her twin’s more critical nature.
It was relief she felt as the grey mare conceded that there was something here, and excitement to know her intuition had been correct. That something awaited them here. Her broad head nodded just slightly however at Gilene’s concern that they were not in the right place.
Though she had little time to dwell on it as a call, this one verbal and dissimilar enough from the one which echoed in her soul that she knew it was not what drew them. Still it was welcoming in nature and her fathomless blue-violet eyes turned toward the large stallion who approached the girls with obvious intent though he paused a respectable distance from them. A deep voice greets them with his introduction and her dark lips offer him a good-mannered smile in return.