Phantom Hollow Save your scissors

Selenia’s wisdom had never truly been overlooked, but it had been under appreciated. Fancy’s ears flicked forward as she spoke openly about other hooves creatures, noting with interest the story about the elk. 

She huffed, impressed. There was lore here that had not yet been tapped; she was eager to hear more of it. 

”We’ll have to call you Herdspeaker,” She said.