Ashteroth didn’t know what she was expecting; or if anyone would even find her. The steep slopes were full of mare scent. Only the faintest hints of male lingered here, to the point she questioned if she was just imaging it. Careful as she was on the Tinuvel mountains, she navigated what would have otherwise been a treacherous trail. Stubborn as she was persistent, Ashteroth did not stop until she was made to do so.


Blue eyes now resting on the stranger, she took in the older mare’s appearance. From the ripple of hard muscle to the scars of battle on her grey, lithe body. The stranger was an emboldening figure, especially encased in moonlight and shadow; Ashteroth did not want to be a disappoint on this first impression. “It is only dangerous, if I am afraid.” Ashteroth said boldly, squaring up her shoulders in hopes of looking as strong as her mother. A warrioress of her own right; not a child come to play shield maiden. “I feel no fear here; only excitement to reach my new home.” A smile cut across her ebony lips at the claim, sure that she would not be sent away.


ASHTEROTH