starry night

Pegasus wandered toward the call, trotting through the shrine with the fresh smelling lei around his neck waving as he moved. He approached the woman from a distance, then paused before stepping closer. There was something distinct about the woman that he hadn’t seen in any of the wolves of Boreas before, on her coat he could smell the spices of a marketplace and all but hear the clamor of an agora as he took in her appearance. There was a distinct look to the way she carried herself that spoke of royalty, one that no doubt was reflected in himself as he approached her.

“Greetings, I am Pegasus Beaufort, Zeus of Olympia.” He greeted her, tipping his head politely as he spoke.

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