Mae had not expected company so quickly, and she only manages a few mouthfuls of grass before the stallion approaches her. Raising her head, her eyes sweep over him as he does her. His coat is flashier than her own, in her opinion, with his stripes and splashes of white. His scent is no more familiar than he is, having never been on Salem before. But the heat and sand still cling to him, mixing with his masculine cologne, a welcoming smell to the cold that surrounds them now.
“Hello” Mae replies to his greeting, her pale ears tipping forward. His words bring a smile to her lips and a light laugh escapes her. “It seems I am quite lucky indeed.” She says, her voice gentle and sweet. No hint of sarcasm or hatefulness lingers in her voice. Nor does she look at him like the potential bad stallion that he might be.
“Thank you for keeping me company tonight.” The pale mare continued, briefly glancing up towards the moon that seemed giant in the midnight colored sky. At least it had friends, surrounding by the stars. Often it made her loneliness stronger, but not tonight. Not since this stranger had come to keep her company. “My name is Mae.” She introduced, turning her emerald eyes back to him with that same warm smile she had originally offered him.
mare | mutt | cremello | 15.2hh | frost
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