The tensity of the circumstances seemed to be far less than she observed them to be, of course to her one stray horse might not have been a horse at all but instead a predator ready to devour her. However, it was her luck that this was not the case and adding the scent of another to her quickly developing memory of familiar smells was only ensuring her knowledge of a threat in the future. The added comfort that the other seemed to express drew the charges to a halt and she couldn't fight back the smile that emerged. Pulling her skull back she listened to the boy, explaining what he was doing at the particular moment of her appearance. The silence surrounding him quickly after his explanation was normal to her, most of the time others didn't notice something was wrong with her right off the bat and when they did they really lost themselves in what to say yet this guy didn't miss a beat. His compliment surely made her blush, even she had no idea what she looked like in the slightest so it was intriguing to hear another say she was pretty at least...there was a plus in her books!
Hi, I'm Aelfwine, and I was wandering I guess, I would say I'm lost but I'm almost always lost anyways. Right now, you can say I'm found.
The remnants of her last smile broadened with this statement, a small chuckle escaping her. In that moment another joined them, her footfall the very thing that gave the new individual away. Her stride seemed sure yet somehow defeated in some way, thus immediately the young mare looked in the direction of the other questioningly. Her apologies were noted and Aelfwine nickered in response though found her attention quite quickly drawn back to the boy. She had to admit that he was quite entertaining, his suave ways to make others feel good and that he seemed so full of himself kept her usually minuscule smiles growing. At his mention of the fact that this was Scythia she shuffled her limbs, glad that finally she had gotten an idea of where she was. Stepping closer to Charon she tried to ensure that she kept some distance away from him but not too much yet failed as her muzzle bumped into him. Immediately she pulled back, taking a light step back to recover from the slight embarrassment her action had caused.
Uh, so this is Scythia huh? My mom was a valkyrie, said I was born in the jungle...she's dead now, left me in the Lakes but I dunno where I belong anymore.
Though the sense of sadness was evident in her words it was not seen in her facial expressions as it wasn't entirely depressing to her anymore. After all, when you lived a life already tormented by a disability little more could really get you down.
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