The Endless Spire

Someone called out to Glade, and she started a bit. She must have been significantly more distracted than she thought, if she'd missed the approach of an entire mage. Curses. She shook her mane wearily, getting out of her own head and back into the present as a familiar form approached. When she recognized the ram before her, she felt a genuine warmth soften her heart. 

"Perseus." She whinnied fondly. Perhaps the order had sent him here to do some kind of research? Regardless, his appearance brightened her visage considerably. It was looking like some legitimate Order mages were here as well -- not simply the thieves and troublemakers she'd been expecting. But then that was always her outlook, wasn't it - expecting the worst? Perhaps things would look up if she'd only present a more cheerful visage to the world. Hm. Thoughts for another time, perhaps. 

But it had been so very long since she'd seen the little bovine. Years, perhaps. She racked her memory, trying to recall what he'd last been up to. "It's good to see you. You still study at Namarast?"