Al Sheratan

The white fae stood as tall as her short 14 hands would let her. Her good friend Psyche had sent her here, saying that it was uf some importance. She watched for anyone carrying the scent of her home distinctly on her. Al Sheratan let out a shrill whinny calling the stallion who had spoken to Psyche only a day ago. Al Sheratan couldnt be called dark, but she couldnt be called light for her mind worked in shrewd ways. Her helpfulness of others got in to much way for darks causing a sort of neutral over her. She wondered about her friendship with Psyche, the half wild half tame mare who always looked through cold eyes, with insides of black as the outside. Shaking her head she waited patiently for the hessian

Suicide

The hellion heard the konas call and came upon her presence.

Who are you and Why are you here?

He hissed, stamping his hoof impatiently.

Al Sheratan

Her black eyes narrowed and she said in a voice tinged with ice "Psyche says she accepts your offer and will be here in awhile." She thought of Psyche and the look of fatigue was brief on the white mares face. She looked at the hellion and said softly "Im just a messenger. Have a nice day, sir." She hadnt left her name and did it intentionally. He wouldnt be able to find her this way, or know anything about her. She turned and moved away with grace and ease, no care in the world or those surrounding her. If he wished to stop her he had a chance but she doubted the brute would for he was just another male wanting the tall slim and beautiful.