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[Katty]

Jena

Vixen had never quite remembered how she got home. Her legs seemed to carry her over the land in something of a dreamy state. Jena peered round the land then cantered into it bucking a little. It felt good to be home. Then she stopped and raised her head to the wind sniffing delicatly. She was sure Sigaf would come, so sure infact that she didn't rest her tense muscles for over an hour. After that she thought that perhaps she might have been wrong. However, she didn't want to be snuck up upon, she had never liked 'surprises'

Jena tilted her head this way and that remembering her ordeal with the palomino forcer. She hadn't planned to leave his land without the pretty fae he had claimed with him. But sacrifices had to be made when you were a queen, and this was just so unfortunate. Lost in thought Jena barely thought about what was happening outside her mind, her long creamy mane fluttered into the air and entwined around her neck. Maybe he wouldn't come... Jena lowered her head and closed her eyes serenly dozing of.

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Sigaf

The hesitation in her melody was acid to his acute harks, hooves tracking him in the directions her perfume lingered, toward her land. Boa low, orbs scouting the terrain, nares flaring as he switched his pace into a canter. Letting his weight roll back over his hocks, trotting daintily through oaks and pines, haling as he caught a glimpse of the motley slate doe. This was her terra, she had lied, though he never doubted that. He would come back to check on her from time to time, or she would have to return with him. Sigaf smirked, snorting loudly before spinning around on his haunches, he was heading home... For now.