Teiran had come to the festival held by the Delumine natives to, she unabashadly would admit, search for any potential dangers for her people. She had not come to play and have fun and make friends, even if she knew how to do such things. Which she did not. Unfortunately, or fortunately depending on how one looked at it, the Solterran soldier and not found any such threats hiding among the flower crown wearing crowd. Even that man, Raymond, had turned out to be annoyingly cheerful and accomodating.
She left quickly, after that. As a first trip outside her sand bound home it hadn't been entirely awful she supposed, although she certainly had not had the time she thought she would. Regardless of what Tieran had and had not found she was more than ready to return home. Her court called out for her, tugging her back in the direction of it. So, she walked through the empty streets at a pace that suggested she knew were she was going and did not want to be disturbed.
At least, that's what she thought it said until the sound of approaching steps reached her ears and a voice filtered through the silence. Her eyes settled on an unfamiliar face, although everyone she had come across at the festival had been unfamiliar to the rose hued woman. Dark like a summer night, but for the brown at her eyes and mouth and a splash of white on one rear leg. And those eyes, grey and akin to the steel of the dagger Teiran liked to wield. This pegasus was certainly not of Solterra, for she carried not the smell of sun and sand with her.
"Hello," she responded with little to no fanfare, and though she was not hostile there was no warmth to her voice nor her eyes. "I suppose you are leaving, unless you are of the Dawn Court. Was there something you needed?" There was a sort of familiarity she recognized in the way the other woman carried herself, the stiffness of her shoulders and the sharpness of her gaze. Another soldier, perhaps. What the other wanted from her she could not even begin to guess, however.
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