Movement. Where? Her gaze shifted, leaping from light to shadow and back again. Ears flicked back in irritation that the falls betrayed her, the bouncing light slipping through the waters forcing her to search on. Suddenly her cloudy eyes stilled with a tilt of her head, focusing upon one point. One shadow appeared to grow within her vision, a dark forms blurring outline cutting off the light behind. There. Ears pressed forwards now keenly focused upon that hazy silhouette, breathing the feminine scent the winds wisped towards her on the damp air as a handful of words flowed forth to confirm her acquaintances presence. It stilled a few of the nerves coiling through the mare to at least know that much, yet there was no denying the wariness that lingered. Beneath her sandy coat muscles shifted with the slight motion of her dark limbs, ears twitched listening out over the thunder of the falls in case the other female was not alone.
"Well then stranger, there you are fortunate," she stated simply. Though the mares odd words and unsettling tones were far from comforting to Amica's unsettled thoughts her own flowed quite civilly in response. Shunned, taunted and ignored as she had been so frequently over the years the gilded mare had every right to have let some measure of bitterness into her life. And perhaps there was, but it was tucked quietly away within the recesses of her mind and ignored. Those that had caused her sorrows and pains, that had left those marks upon her sides, were now far behind her. Acquaintances of today would not suffer for the deeds of those of yesterday.
But the thoughts that had stormed her mind as she had been stood alone in the spray of the falls were not forgotten. No longer did she need to be careful for herself alone. And the other mare’s odd presence nudged a new layer of responsibility upon her. Within her a little life depended upon her to keep safe. If this strange mare or any other were to act against her.. Once again thoughts swayed towards Pagan, wishing for the stallion’s steady comforting presence. But wishes were pointless, and other than an odd manner this mare had shown her no ill intent. "I am Amica. You are not from here either then?" One of the other islands she had been told of perhaps, or maybe even further afield like she.
