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Larka had never imagined herself the most friendly of her race... nor did she feel as though she had what some might call a sunny disposition. But when looking upon the painted stallion before her, seeing the tension and relief that ebbs from every muscle and curvature of his form... she feels like it. He moves closer, his bay body barely making contact with her own at each inhale they took. The sensation is electric, sending a course of chills racing down her spine. It has been so long since she was able to comfortably share the warmth of another... so long since last she felt a sense of welcome. He reaches to her, his paper thin nostrils flaring as he inhaled her scent in the age old tradition of exchanging breathes. Her elegant neck arches, as she too drinks in his testosterone soaked scent, savoring the layers of flavor that cling to him now.He introduces himself, his husky voice a welcome reprieve in the silence that has hung like a cloak around her for far to long. He speaks his name and Larka tilts her own proud head towards him as she allows honeyed tones to test the syllables of his name upon her own tongue, "Mikhail" she breathes, a single dial twitching as silver blue eyes search his own, trying to make sure she speaks it right. She did not want to offend him and surely misspeaking his name would be an insult.He speaks again and this time, it is a light chuckle that echoes past her ashen lips. A warm smile spreads across her features as she reaches to bump his muzzle with her own in a manner much akin to the affections of long lost friends. "Please do not thank me especially for something so benefitting to me as well." she says, pausing for a moment as her crystalline gaze travels to the rolling hills that lay before them. "Its been so long since I had any company myself..." she spoke, her voice trailing off as a sense of loneliness begins to creep over her, threatening to overwhelm her. He breathes. His skin ever so lightly touching her own... the warmth of his body against her, reminds her of the present and she blinks away the sadness, her soft gaze turning to meet his once more as a lighter tone lingers on her voice. "It is a welcome reprieve." she adds.For a moment there is silence between them, her gaze trailing from his hansom features to the lands before them. Autumn was upon the lands, its grasp chill with the promise of winter on its heels. Already the once bright emerald grasses of spring and summer were turning the dull yellow browns as they set about their yearly hibernation. Above, the leaves began to fall; red, yellow, orange and brown they sang with each invisible pull of the zephyr winds and danced gracefully down to the earth below. The sight was beautiful and calming... the perfect moment to share with a companion no matter how new or old. An appreciation of nature itself that could not be denied by any.He speaks again, his voice clearing and breaking the still moment. She turns her gaze to him once more, multifaceted eyes veiled by the thick inky black forelock that forever fell across the span of her vision field. She lets a soft sigh escape her lungs as she gives her proud head a shake, resettling the troublesome forelock to caress her ivory cheek. "No I am afraid I am not. I was born far from these shores in a land I am not sure I could even find again were I to wish to return. I have been here for awhile now..." she spoke, pausing for a moment before continuing again. "for a time I lived with a stallion called Shamwari in the prairie... but that seems like centuries ago." she murmurs, a single dial flickering to him as she studied his hansom features, taking mental note o his missing eye. It was not something that she would bring up just yet but curiosity was one of her downfalls and at some point she would ask him... but not now. So instead she simply contents herself with their friendly, neutral conversation. "What about you Mikhail? Were you born of these lands?"