Common

It seemed Faolain was not the only one drawn by the brilliantly white mare. As she approached, a second figure drew near as well - a painted mare who seemed somehow familiar. This painted mare greeted Faolain with a dip of her darkly forelocked head, which the Ridge Guardian returned politely. She was wary as a general rule in the Common when approached, but she could find nothing of which to be suspicious in the painted mare, who introduced herself as Medusa. ”Faolain, of the Ridge,” she chimed softly. Medusa exchanged breaths with the ghostly mare - Snegurochka - who then turned to Faolain for the same gesture. Faolain obliged, worried the two of them might be overwhelming company for the timid mare.

When Medusa mentioned Atlantis, the black mare’s ears flicked forward with interest. ”What part of Atlantis?” she asked with genuine curiosity. ”I’m really only familiar with the Ridge and a bit of Paradise.” Faolain stayed quiet as Medusa informed Snegurochka of the nature of the Common and the purpose of the Crossing. She did not want to overload the pale mare with information right away, but she did listen raptly. As an outsider to the islands herself, Faolain was eager to learn about the others who stumbled upon the archipelago rather than being born into it. She wanted to help the souls who were less wandering and more lost, but she was interested in the stories of the wanderers as well.

Similarly, she was curious about those who had been born here as well. Faolain was hungry for knowledge, and the history of the central island and of all the islands that surrounded it fascinated her. She looked between the two mares conversing before her, content to listen rather than participate for now. She did not want to interrupt by asking questions that would no doubt seem irrelevant, but which bounced around in her head with fierce curiosity nonetheless.

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mare // 6 // EE aa // 14hh