The Lost Islands
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o'er the sea to skye


Grier's neat little ears flick back and forth when Liland reaches out to groom her, but after a few moments she relaxes. Mebbe he's jus one o' them that talks better wi' his mouth. She thought to herself, but doesn't reach out for him, considering Pidgeon's proximity to them. Perhaps latter, once she'd settled into this new land of his, she'd seek him out to settle her own desire for Spring.

The grullo mimics Grier, extending his muzzle to the small mare and she is pleased to see it. I wasna sure 'e new how to be polite, after the incident in t'e commons. Her study of the grullo makes her miss the spotted girl's mouth open at her accent, but she wouldn't have been surprised. Not many were used to her strange words and phrasing, despite the fact that it had been softened over the years by living amongst those uncursed by a strong accent.

The overo mare turns her attention back to Pidgeon with a grin, nodding in agreement at the mare's delight. It was indeed a nice feeling to be around other mares. She hardly knew Liland, but the conversation hadn't exactly flown smoothly between them. If the rest of his mares were as chatty as this one, Grier was entirely certain she would have a grand ole time here.

"Aye lass, Liland invited me 'ere as well. Ye must be tha other new mare 'e mentioned in the Commons." She follows where the mare points and nods in acknowledgement, thankful for the advice. She loved the quiet of the forest and was thankful to see another one here. When the mare speaks of her choice to stay, it made Grier fall back to her earlier consideration about a child and she eyed Liland again.

I doubt he'd let me go if'n I carry his wee one, she muses to herself. Considerin' 'e spent so much time jabberin about 'is others. Still, she longed for the feel of a foal at her side and really if she were being honest, didn't so much care what he contributed to it's growth. A good father was first choice of course, but an absent father was far better than a bad one.

"'Ave you met many o' the others? Aye'm hoping they're as sweet as you." She tips her head with a grin, re-cocking her hind leg.

GRIER ⚜ MARE ⚜ COB CROSS ⚜ 13.3 HANDS ⚜ FLAXEN STRAWBERRY ROAN OVERO
THE BAY ⚜ NO MATE ⚜ NO FOALS ⚜ LOVEINSPIRED




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