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She is restless, this evening. Ingress is asleep, and she has no other obligation that demands her time at present.

(For all that the House of Arch is welcoming, it is not Valdemar, and from time to time the longing to go home is stronger in her than it might otherwise be.)

As a result, it isn't long before the Companion noses the portrait portal and leaps through into Milliways, hooves chiming silver-bright against the floor.

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Kate was briefly surprised. She thought most horses were out in the stables. A shapeshifted patron perhaps? Or somebody randomly turned into one by magic? She had heard such things happening. Beautiful creature though.

Her head swings around, and she regards Kate with clear interest.

This horse's eyes are blue, and very bright.

There were bright blue eyes from the teenager meeting hers.

Kate remarked, "Hello."

::Hello,:: she sends in return. ::It's nice to meet you.::

She blinked briefly at that, "Nice to meet you too... Shapeshifter, or telepathic?" Since both were known among numerous powers where she came from.

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::It is called mindspeech,:: Megwyn explains. ::If that is what you mean by telepathic. I don't change shape.::

"Mindspeech, and yes that's what I meant. Some people have the ability in my world to do telepathy," She nodded in agreement.

::Really?:: There's definite interest in the Companion's mental tone.

::What world do you hail from?::

"One with mutants, aliens and superheroes for one thing. There's a few of us from that world around here."

::I may have met others, then,:: she murmurs. ::I am not certain... in any case, it is very nice to meet you.::

"Have you been around for a long time then? And I'm Kate by the way. Kate Bishop."

::Hello, Kate. I'm Megwyn,:: the Companion tells her. ::From Valdemar, although I've been here for some years now. Mostly in the House of Arch.::

"Valemar's a country? Or a planet? And I've heard a mention of the House of Arch, but that's all."

::It is a land, and its people, in a world far from here,:: Megwyn replies, and there's a quick touch of longing underneath the mindvoice.

::The House of Arch is much, much closer. Several people who come here live there.::

"You miss it, don't you? You're Bound from your home world?" Sympathetic glance from her.

She tosses her head with a soft whinny.

::Not exactly,:: she projects. ::It's only that Ingress isn't old enough to come back with me yet.::

"Ingress is your friend?"

::Ingress is my Chosen,:: Megwyn replies.

Distinct emphasis is placed on the last word, a complex emphasis with undertones of love.

"Chosen for what exactly?"

::Ingress will be a Herald of Valdemar,:: she sends. ::I am her Companion.::

"Really?" Head tilt. "A herald, like a messenger?"

::That's part of their work, although not nearly all,:: Megwyn tells her.

::The Heralds guard, and guide, and defend, and fight when necessary, helping to preserve peace, safety, justice and law for all the people of Valdemar.::

((*abuses millitime))

Sooraya looks up from her work at the sound. There's surprise, and then a
warm smile. "Good evening," she says gravely. Granted, she doesn't know that the horse can understand her, or reply; it's likely here, however, and no harm in being polite.

((Millitime is so helpful that way!))

::Good evening,:: she projects in return, with a feel of warmth in the mindvoice to answer the young woman's smile.

There's not even a blink at the mindspeech, only an acknowledging nod. "I'm Sooraya Qadir, of Earth," she introduces herself.

::Megwyn, a Companion of Valdemar,:: she replies. ::It's nice to meet you, Sooraya.::

"Pleased to meet you, Megwyn...I'm afraid I haven't heard of
Valdemar." And the only 'Companions' she knows are a particular subspecies of humans, not shapeshifters nor horses. "Is that your world, or your home country?"

::Not many here have,:: Megwyn tells her. ::It's my country; there are others, but Valdemar is home.::

Sooraya notices the phrasing, and nods. "Afghanistan was mine. These days,
home's more about people than geography.
I was about to ask Bar for a drink, Megwyn; would you like anything?" she offers. Anything to put off doing paperwork.

She tosses her head and whinnies in agreement.

::You have the right of it; a land is its people, not the earth beneath their feet.::

A beat.

::Spring water, perhaps? I don't usually order from the bar.::

"Certainly." She orders her usual (decaf) coffee from Bar, and spring water
which appears in a wide saucer.
"Are 'Companions' Valdemar's only race?" she asks curiously.

::Thank you. And oh, no,:: Megwyn tells her. ::There are all sorts of people and ... beings?... in Valdemar.::

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