filly | lusitano mix | smoky black _{Ee aa nCr} | 15.2[wfg] | frost styrke x aliyana

Nila was quick to follow her mother towards the meeting, her pulse quickening as they got closer. The call that had pierced the air had been startling at first since she had never heard such a noise but never to be shy or spooked the dark girl had been more than willing to go and check it out. Ears cupped forward, her long legs raise high in excitement as she isn’t sure what else to do with herself. Tail sticking straight up she tosses her delicate head and bumps against her mother’s hip faintly in a show of her impatient to reach the others.

When they finally arrive at the meeting, Aliyana’s soft murmur and look is lost upon the filly. It will only be a matter of moments before she rushes forward to introduce herself. All that stops her now is that she has not yet chosen the one to speak too first. Seeing others of her size and age, Nila figures upon approaching the painted grullo and takes a step forward to act upon such an urge when movement catches her eye as another mare approaches. Glancing over she sees the silent greeting of the grey mare and Nila offers a smile in return before her golden gaze wanders over to the colt. Forgetting the grullo paint she turns to the boy who stands closer to her, caring less of his gender.

“Hello, my name is Nila. What is yours?”

Her voice is hushed, only meant for him to hear although she knows that their mother’s will as well standing so closely. Nila doesn’t care though, too happy to finally meet someone of her own age to pass up the opportunity to at least talk with him.