Common

"Aye, winter does tend tae come 'round this time." She said through a smile, trying hard not to chuckle. There was a special kind of delight that came from knowing that your presence was flustering someone in your company, and Isla rarely experienced it herself. She did not think herself un-beautiful, but she also knew that she would never compare to the likes of some of the other, daintier mares that roamed the islands. She was small and round and far too bold to be compared to the shrinking violets most men liked.

She watched him inspect the leaves with interest and allowed a laugh to bubble out of her as the leaves spiraled away from them, caught in the blustery winds of late autumn on the isles. Isla hadn't entirely known what to expect when the handsome stallion had called out to her, but she certainly hadn't expected to find someone as lighthearted as herself. Doom and gloom often seemed to be the mood on the isles and she had grown used to cultivating her own bubbles of brightness to sustain herself. The prospect of finding someone else who might be bright enough to add to her inner light instead of dimming it had garnered her full attention.

Not that she would have been able to look away from Mr. Muscles anyway.

"Och, that's easy enough, I'm Isla." Her voice was warm, and a smile crinkled the skin beneath her eyes making the light within dance. "I'd do that thing where I'd offer ye a nickname to call me instead but t'be honest, it's short enough as is." She chuckled again and then gestured to him with a lift of her pale muzzle. "And ye? I don't imagine handsome is the only thing ye answer to."

This time, she does smirk, her rich auburn tail flicking across the span of her rounded hips. She doubted that this stranger was going to help her find her mother given his question about the isles, but she was hardly the type to complain about spending a few hours in the company of an attractive, kind-hearted man.