A Day In Fox's Raid, just a general day today deal I guess

[Artisan]

After wandering and meeting new horses and a strange species Nasnan returned to the land she had claimed. She crinkled her eyes as she felt the spirits of the past welcome her back.

I am glad to be home as well" she whispered to the space that held so much memory and as she passed by the tree that grew blood red and leafless she shuddered as Fox made known his residual presence. She knew he had accepted her for a single bloom grew under the tree that had been there since time before.

She heard the rustling of the forever autumn leaves and listened as she paused one hoof raised in mid-step and lowering her lashes over her golden eyes she waited to know what was coming.

A branch snapped as a rabbit bounded past squeaking a warning that someone comes by the far eastern edge of the boundary! She opened her eyes and shifted her elegant head upwards to scent the air whickering softly to the mares of the past who raced away as they had before in the far past.

The breeze shifted and she caught the scent one she had known since foalhood... the Elder had come to visit!

[Artisan]

Hurrying to the entrance of Fox's raid the young mare waited for the sight of the old teacher and hoped that all was well for he seldom left his home anymore lest the news was of importance or there was danger that they needed to be warned off.

The elder crested the low hill that led to to ever autumn forest and the herd that occasionally made itself known though they were long since past.
"I wonder what's up?" she mused quietly as she watched the aging horse move towards her when a breeze ruffled her thick re mane and she knew Fox was there waiting as well.

What is it that draws Fox as well to listen to the elder? she thought silently to herself as the painted hide of the Elder came into view. He looks like patches of snow among the brown of the autumn mast she thought smiling to herself. He always seemed a bit unkempt which she remembered drove the other Elders crazy because he looked so undignified compared to their sleek coats but he never minded because the foals loved him and he was their teacher whereas the others focused on the rest of the herd mainly. Sighing she lowered her eyelashes over her golden eyes as a wave of longing swept her at the thought of her herd.

Ah! Youngling! It is good to see you hale and hearty! Now is this the land you call home here in this land of Koramda? It is a pleasant change is it not from the dryness of our homeland and that vile white stuff that I had to negotiate to get here.
The Elder huffed as he thought of the white stuff and looking at her he smiled seeing that she had grown in the last few years he had not seen her and now resembled her mother the lead mare of the herd they had once belonged to.

He knew she was wondering why he came and he had hoped her wayward brother had been here but alas he would have to track him down and relay his message to him another time.

[Artisan]

Looking at her he knew it was the right time to tell her but The Elder wasn't sure how he wanted to phrase it and so he began asking her questions and intermittently complaining about the horrid white stuff as well as how he ached going through that unknown cold since their homeland was warm and temperate in place not white and wet and cold!