She was gunna kick him. Or at least she wanted to. She was there, minding her own business in peace when, out of nowhere, this young blanketed colt came out of nowhere. And he came barreling. Muddy snow was sent flying in all directions, some of which pelted Aallotar over the chest and legs. Dreadfully, it ended up on her face. Her face was set in a hard line. She was not amused. Her eyes burned into him in sheer annoyance. "Excuse me?" She said. It was almost rhetorical as it came out. The Lagoon? What was this Lagoon he spoke of. A huff escaped her lips as she made attempts to shake the muck from her face. After a moment of grooming, most of the mud has dissipated from her features. She studies the young colt, clearly inexperienced in his craft of greeting women. He didn't offer his name and his voice was thick with an unrecognizeable accent. "Is this how you greet all strangers?" She asks cooly. One ear was folded back while the other flicked to him. Aallotar's posture was extremely stiff. She hadn't expected to be "taken" anywhere. "My name is Aallotar," she says. She tries to rein in her mood. After all, he is awfully young and inexperienced. She doubted he'd ever had the luxury of properly meeting a lady. |