| she hadn’t lingered long in that sunny spot, having enjoyed a few bites of the plentiful grass, before nodding off in a peaceful nap with her speckled white head bobbing in sleep. her ears swivel to the attention when a call, seemingly for her, interrupts her doze. it takes a moment for her soft honey brown eyes to focus, having cracked open sleepily, but when they do she immediately notices the fjord stallion approaching. her head tilts to the side slightly, in a questioning look as he introduces himself, with a tumble of mane falling across her face. hesitantly she reaches out to exchange breaths with him, her eyes curious and inquiring. liland, of the bay? should she bow? she truly doesn’t know. instead of bowing, which she feels may be a tad dramatic, she dips her head low, respectfully, in a deep nod. why has he approached her? of all the bustling bodies in this place? someone as unimportant and inconspicuous as she… her question does not turn long in her mind when the his proposition spills forth between them. her eyes widen slightly, and the curious tilt of her head becomes slightly exaggerated as she contemplates. her voice is timid but polite as she replies. Hi Liland… you wish me to.. to join you? i suppose maybe i could.. but i do not know you… and i have only been here for such a short time. and it does seem.. well it seems rather nice here. but of course you seem just as nice, i didn’t mean to imply you weren’t… her nervous ramblings are interrupted when another stallion approaches. he is quite tall, with scuffs and scars littering his body. she finds her jaw gaping open slightly as he addresses liland and her head turns back and forth between them curiously. clearly they know of one another. when the tall stallion address her directly she smiles politely. her eyes widen in surprise when he addresses her as pretty.. she had never judged herself as remotely attractive and so it is truly a surprising remark. if she could blush, she would. a soft oh leaves her mottled lips before she can help it, modest and abashed. that soft oh forms in a smile as her brown eyes look up toward him. my name is pigeon.. it is nice to meet you… both of you. she remembers liland then, and turns her head quickly back to him. she is still uncertain of his offer.. or his order. was he asking her to go to the bay or telling her she must? it all seemed so complicated now.
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