Mjar
Mjar had not known how nice it was to be alone. No mother to squeal suddenly at an intruder and chase them off during a nap, no mother to irritably nip and shove her in some direction to move in. Come to think of it, her mother had been her only company. Perhaps it wasn't the best idea to leave her just yet, not while the black mare knew nothing of the Islands. The mare snorted to herself and tossed her mane. The water rippled angrily at the movement before settling again.
The sudden whinny that resounded across the area broke the silence and her thoughts. Mjar's ear flicked towards the sound before her head followed, eying the stranger. For a moment she was confused why her mother had not yet squealed a warning when she remembered she was all alone out in the water. Whatever gripped her, whether it was fear or anticipation, sent her heart thrumming. The prospect of meeting a stranger was still just a thought to her, a daydream! A wide eyed glance towards her mother was ill-spent. The pale mare hadn't moved except to lay her ears flat against her head.
Mjar turned her attention back to the young stallion. He was not slowing, and she wasn't sure how to appropriately respond to him. She hastily whinnied back, closing the sound off awkwardly as she tried to get a hold of herself. She couldn't show weakness now; her mother was watching! She lifted her head higher and took a few steps towards the newcomer, blinking her eyes in curiosity. The heat of the day was lost to her now.
Once she decided the stallion was close enough, she attempted to speak to him. "Hullo." The word was quiet and uncertain. She wasn't sure if her mother would now come barging over because she had spoken to the stranger, but she could not ignore the possibility. She considered saying more, but decided it was not worth the risk yet. Instead she stared at him in hopes he would know how to have a conversation.
No matter what we breed
We still are made of greedhtml and character by bix |
