Cordelia

he plains in Ruris provided a little relief for Cordelia's aching body. After the Teyryr battle, she'd come out with more than a few wounds. She was rustier than she remembered given the fact that the bird had been able to knock her out during the battle. A storm had rolled through the plains earlier while she was hunting for rare flowers and she'd had to take shelter in the tent she'd brought with her. After packing it back up and settling it on her back she set back out on the hunt, although she was curious about the areas that had been struck by lightning out here. Cordelia hadn't been expecting to find much let alone another equine. When she came upon a flaxen coloured pegasus she was a bit surprised. The small mare smiled warmly to the stranger as she approached. They looked a little dazed and she innately worried that they were okay given that a storm had just blown through.

"Are you alright?" She called out and picked up her pace to a trot so that she could close the distance between them. Cordelia winced with a few of the steps from the damage she'd received to her shoulder. Still, the old adventurer wouldn't change the experience for anything in the world. Reminiscing would have to wait though, as Cordelia approached she noted that the strange definitely looked more than a little disheveled. "Were you caught in the storm too? Were you hurt?" She asked in a grandmotherly tone. "If you were hurt I can't do much for you, but I can take you somewhere that can." 

The mare offered again with a sweet but concerned smile. "I'm Cordelia." She introduces herself in the hopes that the stranger won't be weirded out by her overly friendly nature. It didn't bother her in the slightest, but she knew not everyone was fond of her approach even if she ended up adopting them in the end anyway. Cordelia was firmly determined that everyone needed someone who cared for them in their life.