Jetta

Jetta took an immediate liking to the mare, laughing as she corrected herself and apologized. "It is quite something, especially if you've never been up here before," she agreed. She took a moment to look out over the landscape that rolled before them, her pale eyes following the hills and valleys that stretched endlessly toward the sea.

Perhaps it was her strenuous climb, but for a moment the young mare felt as if the world was tilting, and put all of her weight on one leg as though to catch herself. Her breath felt tight in her chest and colored spots danced in her vision.

She pushed past the unpleasant sensation, tearing her eyes away from the land below and offering her companion a hesitant smile. "Well, welcome to the Peak, Oswin. I'm Jetta. I was actually born here, so all of this is pretty familiar to me." She tilted her head to give the appearance of genuine interest, and quickly sucked in a shaky breath. The words that came out of her mouth next tumbled quickly, as though she wanted to pass the baton of conversation to Oswin as soon as possible. "Where is it that you're from originally? What brings you here?"