herza does not try to contain her joy when the bouncing little creature rushes toward her. the friesian mare lowers her elegant head to the height of the child, warm brown eyes twinkling with happiness, and blows out a soft snort. when the babe squeals, scampering away, herza is all to happy to indulge her. she takes one or two small gentle steps, her head still held low, before hopping childishly toward the filly in a motion that looks as ridiculous as it sounds. if only everyone appreciated her antics so.

when adelheid begins her introduction herza pulls herself back into a respectable position, towering at seventeen hands. her stature is proud and pleasant though, rather than imposing, with her whiskered lips turning up into a smile at her newest acquaintance. she was both intrigued and pleased to learn that adelheid had another close friend. she extends her velvet black muzzle toward wasp amiably, to exchange breaths.

from her periphery herza notices adelheid’s discomfort and lets out a huff, hoping her friend would take the hint and breathe more easily… but it seemed the emotion was only beginning to well in her friend’s heart. they spoke of horses herza knew nothing of, but she still paid close attention, feeling the tension in the white painted mare. though she knew her friend worked diligently to hide all trace of it, it is easy for the friesian to read…

she jokes about one of them taking the filly and herza tilts her head comically in a moment of false consideration, hoping to lighten the mood… she eventually shakes her head in a decided “no” as the child sneezes into a heap. adelheid had gotten herself into the perfect mess she decided. and it would be so good for her. she reaches out then, risking a soft touch to her friends shoulder with her velvet nose. herza would be there beside her to help her along if she needed but it was quite clear the the filly was already well loved.