Head was held low as the petite ebonite femmora made her way slowly through the lands, normally used for claiming. But to her, they were more of a get-a-way, for she didn't need claimed. She belonged to the light herd which resided at the Valley. Her mate, was, in fact, the heir to the light throne there. So she was indeed not looking to be claimed. Her tassels blew quietly in the breeze as she trod on, hoping against all hope that Fog, and everyone else i nthe light herd, was okay. As she walked a scent caught in her large Arabian nostrils. It was that of another mare. This seemed odd to her, for nearly all of Engraved Memories was eaither in the wargrounds or in their terrain, unable to fight.

The smell was less springy than that of a light, more of a foresty, pine-scented smell. It was most likely a dark, or a dark-residing neutral. But none the less Tizzy walked up to her. "Hello, I be Tizzy. Love to the heir of the Light Valley. May I ask what drive you here to Engraved Memories, at this time of raging war and heavy bloodshed between Lights, Dark, and Neutrals?"

Her voice was sorrow stricken, not it's usual happy self. Her ebonite body swayed slightly, and her child-bearing barrel stood out on both sides. A sigh escaped her muzzle as opticals skimmed over the mare. She was pretty, no doubt, but yet Tizzy knew it was dangerous to be hanging around her since she was Dark.