two of a kind — visitors

OCTAVIA AURELIUS.

[b]TELL HER THAT JEALOUSY IS A DISEASE, DIE SLOW

Octavia was not at all pleased with the current affair of things. Her Bastille seemed to be stuck inside that dome they all lived in, much to her disdain, and the filly had grown tired of prancing around the damned building furiously. Glaring at it seemed unlikely to force it to free those inside, and even Arion's anxious presence was doing her no good these days. She spent her days prancing about, occasionally following those few locked outside with her, and intermittently checking for any status change with the Observatory. Today, it would seem she was following Suiteheart at length, not quite trusting her fully given the weird attitude towards her that Bastille had taken at late.

At the signs of strangers, however, the filly came striding forward with a haughty upturn of her head. The Arabian was a proud thing, and studied them down her curved nose closely, as if to check if they were going to provide any insight about their little problem. Thus far, they didn't seem particularly helpful, and she snorted.

[B]BLACK ARABIAN FILLY — BASTILLEPRISONER'S COMPANION — TEMP CHARACTER