Sent by forces unseen.

[Rage~+~Aros]

Euphora carried her painted form across the base of the hill, heading up the sloped face with little effort. She was young- having seen the seasons pass only three times -and still fit, so this hill, while large, was little challenge.

She thrusted herself forward the last few length with her muscular haunches, throwing caution to the wind as she lept to the summit. It was large and flat, a nice hilltop on which to congregate. Euphora lowered her soft muzzle to the earth, lipping at the grass to pull up scents long buried. There were few, if any.

It seemed no horses had ventured across this particular hilltop in quite some time. The maiden sighed, and a long peice of forelock drifted off of her face with the small wind it caused. Why had she come here anyway? Instinct had driven her away from her old home, but what force had pulled her to scale this hilltop, and now, to wait?

The young mare was agitated, stomping a forehoof into the earth to proclaim it to the world. She even parted her mouth slightly, sending a light call out over the hill and latent feilds. She heard no reply.

A fine lot of good I have gotten myself into.

She muttered angrily as she looked out in the vain hope another equine would arrive. She had a secret, a deep and hidden secret. But she knew that without a herd she would perish, and take that secret to her grave.

[Apology//Azur]

Long pillars brought the monarch closer to the hill, slowing gradually as he neared its base, why was he here...? When a call drifted across his path, one so obviously feminine and layered with frustration, it aroused curiosity within him, and when curiousity was aroused it was hard to ignore, that was why he was here. Flicking his dial so as to rid himself of plaguing tassels, dark occuli took in all about the hill, form his current position he couldn't see the maiden, which made his job harder.
The hill was a sizable one, and as the crimson brute began making his way up it he snorted in confusion, what had driven a femme to scale a hill such as this and stop at the top? At least he presumed she'd stopped at the top... harks flicked forwards in the hope of catching some sound, a sign that the mare was still there. Catching a slight sound, perhaps the movement of a flint he picked up the pace slightly, powerful pistons dragging his bulk up the mound.

He chuckled quietly as the journey was made, sides rising and falling, sinew visible beneath rippling haunches, what had made him too scale this hill in pursuit of a mare that he could neither see nor hear anything of? The journey could prove fruitless and his energy wasted. Azur shook his poll and propelled himself up the last part of the hill, orbs searching eagerly for the mare. There. A satisfied smile crept across his mug as he saw her, obviously agitated, much as he would have been climbing the hill to find nothing. Remembering the mutter he'd heard playing on the breeze he parted his velveteens to let loose his own lyrics, tones warm, considering he knew nothing of the fae and had just climbed a hill to find her, and hinting humor, though it was not intended to irk her,

A fine lot of good indeed. Atop a hill with none but me for company?

His apex rose slightly, forelock and mane caught on the breeze playing softly about his dial,

What caused you to journey here of all places?

Aye, normally he wouldn't have been so good humored and friendly, probably a whole lot more demanding, but the tranquility the hill and all around it held softened his mood slightly. Raising his muzzle to the wind, as if tasting it paper thins absorbed the oxy and its scents, seemed there were no others close by, though no doubt they were in the lands. The question still nagged at him, if there were other faes, on flat land why had he come up here. He smiled, he was a sucker for anything that involved mystery.