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The boy was proving to be quite more interesting than the boring world that quietly went about it’s business around them, and while it was never in her nature to make someone feel unwelcome while she herself struggled to accept her own flaws, it was rather amusing to see the colt outwardly panic despite his best attempts to remain calm.

How cute; wait, was she allowed to think of him as cute?

Bellona risks a wary glance around, as though expecting to see a sign of sorts from her ever lurking father or one of her many half brother’s looming in the shadows ready to swoop in for just straying from the friendly banter so far. You could call a friend cute, she notes to herself with a little bob of her head in agreement, rather smug for her own quick thinking in the case the latter did show their unwanted faces during her adventure time. She’d plead her case with as much innocence as her own mother.

“I promise i don’t bite,” Bell attempts to joke, a smile his way to again ease his nerves. It felt different to not have to go blow for blow with another horse after her stranger encounter in the cove, where her voice had been lost to the rage at the sight of that brute of a male wandering along HER beach. Then again, she’d been caught off guard, a lonely girl collecting seashells and lost in her silence. Her encounter happening right now proves she’s not just her mother’s temper in a younger form, her father’s more logical thinking side obviously coming into play here.

She watches him lower his head to grace a bit, her legs carry her forward a few steps to not lose that view of sight on his lips and she covers the movement well by another languid stretch and snatching up her own mouthfuls of grass to pass the time. “Adventure really,” it was hard from her position to fully track all that had left his mouth but she managed to piece it together to be able to answer him at least, raising her head and piercing him with her sea green eyes again.

“My parents would rather I never leave home,” she drags a hoof through the grass she’d just been snacking on, pulling it up and digging deeper to reveal the dirt just underneath while she ponders over everything. They had their reasons though. “Have you ever met a deaf horse?”, she tries the phrase this question as though not talking about herself but she very much was and wondered if he’d notice now how her eyes pall on his lips instead of watching the rest of him.