Like a gentle lullaby that she knew by heart the waves cascaded against the sand, reminding the coal femme of home. Long hours spent near the saltwater, drinking in the ideas of adventure and planning what she would do with all the freedom when she was old enough. How one day, when she had explored and returned, she would go with her papa to the land he was from. Of course, nothing ever works out exactly as you plan. After Silvi’s escapades and fun, she had returned home to a dying father. A shell of the papa she knew and loved so deeply. The ghost of his memory made her heart ache just briefly, although among the islands she felt closer to him than she had since the day he passed.
Orbs fixed on the other mare, she tried to work out a simple idea of who she was. Sometimes she liked to make up stories for others but usually only if she did not intend to really know them. This one, she had already decided to befriend, and so a loose smile continued to hang on her lips as her auds flickered with the girl’s seemingly uncertain words.
”Pilar, lovely. I am so pleased to meet you.”
Not enough bad had happened in the young mutt’s life for her to be anything but genuine and so she nearly bounced with excitement when Pilar stated that she could indeed use a friend. However, before Silvanus could respond they were interrupted by the approach of a stallion. Curious, the vixen cocks her head to the side as he stops a little ways off. Obviously older than her, his muscles strong beneath his coat, she feels a thrill run through her spine. Bold, or perhaps dumb, Silvi steps toward him and nickers a greeting while her eyes fall to his scars and then back to his face.
”Hi there! Who are you? I’m Silvanus… Are you looking for someone?” She considers introducing Pilar as well but thinks twice of it. The other mare may decide for herself if she wants the brute to know who she is. Though naive, she was raised to be considerate of others.
silvanus
female | friesian mutt | homeless | Luce Stellare (x Dances) | kittyha's optimist