Endora does not shy as the young splashed filly approaches here in the treeline of where she has landed. She tips her ears to the young girl as she inquires if she has been attacked. A small smiles graces her whiskered muzzle as she says she can help. To be so young, bold, and caring were all qualities her type should have. Her hindquarters swing around so she may fully face the buckskin filly. She winces in her movements as the soreness returns to her barrel. "Hello," she begins, her accent thickly Spanish. "I was not attacked." She confirms for the worried young mare. "I was traveling in a ship with others like me, destined for new lands with our masters. We encounted a storm and now, I don't know where any of my friends are." She confesses. Worry creases her brow as her dark eyes look down the glistening beach where she once lay in the salty waters. She cannot see remnants of the ship nor others that she had traveled with. Where could they have gone? The ebony Friesian mare shakes her head as she returns her gaze to the girl. "Where have I landed?" She questions. She shifts her weight carefully, arching her thick neck to her foreleg. She brushes her muzzle against one of the superficial wounds on her leg. It is no longer bleeding, the wound still weeps. |