It is not long, just as Osceola expected, for them to be found out. As the midnight colored mare approaches, Osceola can’t help but admire her beauty, and the way she carries herself. Lifting her head away from Matoaka, the blue roan returns the gentle call, though is wary in case they were not welcome. At least the greeting she receives is not hostile, though she can’t call it warm and friendly either.
“My name is Osceola, and this is my daughter, Matoaka.” Osceola says in greeting, her gaze resting on the ink colored female rather than looking to the salty sea as she should have been. “I hope our arrival has not caused distress, I only wished to show Matoaka a bit of the world.” The mare explained, which was not a lie. Osceola had seen the Isles, did her daughter not deserve the same journey?
It was then the musky scent of Requiem fills her nose, and she turns her head to see the stallion scrambling out of the ocean and onto the sands. He follows their trail like a blood hound until he finally stands among the vegetation with them. The look on his face was full of devastation but is only met with a look of pure confusion. Why did he look like that? Was she mistaken, and that her and Matoaka were prisoners of Tinuvel?
“Requiem?” she questions with a frown before looking to the mare again. “I’m so sorry, I thought we had come alone.” Osceola said, tilting her ears back slightly in embarrassment. It seemed she had caused a stir without even meaning too.
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